I leave myself about, slatternly bits of me, and times I - TopicsExpress



          

I leave myself about, slatternly bits of me, and times I liked; I let them go on lying where they fall, crumple, if they will, I know fine how to make them walk and breathe again. Sometimes at night, or on the train, I dream I’m dancing, or lying in someone’s arms who says he loves my eyes in French, and again and again I am walking up your road, that first time, bidden and wanted, the blossom on the trees, light, light and buoyant. Pull yourself together, they say, quite rightly, but she is stubborn, that girl, that hopeful one, still walking.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 07:16:18 +0000

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