by Rebecca Watts
Now it’s autumn
and another year in which I could leave you
is a slowly sinking ship.
The air has developed edges
and I am preparing to let myself lie
in a curtained apartment,
by Rebecca Watts
Now it’s autumn
and another year in which I could leave you
is a slowly sinking ship.
The air has developed edges
and I am preparing to let myself lie
in a curtained apartment,