Morning In The City Poem by Katherine Forrester
Morning In The City
What do you think of me?
this slight cloud
this puddle, this early morning
vapor
I would give anything to be
substantial
whole
a fearsome fire that could
consume you
The thing that trickled from your veins
when I cut you,
(early in the morning
as I watched you sleep,
and the birds stared down electrocution
on the wire outside our window) ,
And watched you
die.
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