We Have Arrived At The Wastes Poem by Luce Darwin
We Have Arrived At The Wastes
I am living in space,
time is non linear-
We are marrying
in October's autumn end-
We are loving each full moon
through octagonal windows-
You forget to kiss me
when you leave-
You slide orange leaves
under my locked doors-
I stare at piles of books
you threw on the floor-
We pick apples silently
in Septemember's end-
You are screaming at me;
an empty casket-
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