Ursula De La Mer
I Feel Like Crepe Paper - Poem by Ursula De La Mer
The wet ears of the fishermen
discarded on the way
and the bones of babe's bathtimes
upon a dusty shelf.
The memories like water
fall into the all cracks
when only howling hearts remain
to occupy your day.
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