We have everything we need, she says
in a voice that verges on truth.
But I know Angels
are not meant to live so low
So I kiss her long, for this we do not ration,
and swear to make her an honest woman
And as I close the door behind me
I can hear her soft singing, searching the cupboards,
dividing even the dust by two
2 comments:
That's really lovely.
Sad and beautiful.
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