Annalisa Pesek

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Up here! the crows scream
We were silent all day
Days out of sight
Wind came through one ear
Chatter through the other
Three crows took off in slow motion
Where was I?
In my book, of course
Once you took it away and slid me a note
In your traditional Palmer penmanship
Some words aren’t for me

Walking is a good idea
But only as far as the bodega
The virgin stands by the fire
I don’t want to see her 
Not today 
I am two cities
I avoid my streets

Gina is not as pure as the month of May

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