I bequeath my REM
sleep to you
in an envelope, licked twice
to seal with sitcom
laughter
reels, jazz standards
bleeding eyes and a whole bunch of fresh
squeezed
everything
like in the good the good old days
like in the good the good old days
like in the good the good old days,
baby.-Hannah Miet
5 comments:
Those dreamy gifts unfold in quite a heady rush. I really like the way you structured this.
This feel like a song, like a jazz standard. Billie Holiday! A fine poem.
Thank you both!
Hannah - great poem. The first two lines are my absolute favourite.
Compact and razor-sharp. I like this a lot.
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