16
Apr
bit from ‘steps’, ruth lepson
I dreamt I tied you to a tree. You snapped it in
half and walked away.
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Long after you left I lay on the sofa bed.
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We do everything in your studio.
Maroon velveteen sofa.
Candles in glasses.
Wine from styrofoam cups.
Herb tea, dry, crinkles in a purple and yellow
box.
You’re purple and yellow.