I Can Hear the Teapot Whistle

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The kitchen table

Is littered with dead roses

And a spray of thistle

 

The whole day

Has an undertow

That belongs to someone else

 

Sadness is not what you meant

To bring here

 

I find myself

Entwined in the thickness

Of every living–dead thing here

 

The whole scene

Has an afterglow

That is half–full of someone else

 

Missing you

Is not what I meant to do

 

What I meant to do

Was to dance

Until the whole house shook

I meant to visit every nook

And corner of this place

 

To rescue you

From every space that you inhabit

To find what’s left of you

And grab it

So that I could keep it

Deep inside of me

 

Where I am empty

Without you

 

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About octoberprojectmusic

Julie Flanders Marina Belica Emil Adler
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