Poem: Misha
When I reached for your hand
you looked at my fingers and told me I was a witch.
All that tapering and all.
I asked if I could kiss you--
your beautiful bruised mouth
and you nodded.
Last night I dreamt I was a cat
sneaking out of closet door slightly ajar.
And I knew what it meant.
I knew.
you looked at my fingers and told me I was a witch.
All that tapering and all.
I asked if I could kiss you--
your beautiful bruised mouth
and you nodded.
Last night I dreamt I was a cat
sneaking out of closet door slightly ajar.
And I knew what it meant.
I knew.
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