You are
a mildly acidic wave breaking
on a shore of concrete.
You are two.
A girl who refuses to dance, but mouthes
Bonnie M at me
across a coffeeshop table.
A girl who cares
but is careless.
A girl with the stubborn goodness
of a tree.
A girl who
(like all of us)
is spiralling around a supermassiveblackhole that is
the colour of her real hair (it used to fall
in satin sheets of midnight).
She walks around in a haze of purple
and yet despite everything,
she is just a girl.
Happy Birthday, you unhappy Bengali.
a mildly acidic wave breaking
on a shore of concrete.
You are two.
A girl who refuses to dance, but mouthes
Bonnie M at me
across a coffeeshop table.
A girl who cares
but is careless.
A girl with the stubborn goodness
of a tree.
A girl who
(like all of us)
is spiralling around a supermassiveblackhole that is
the colour of her real hair (it used to fall
in satin sheets of midnight).
She walks around in a haze of purple
and yet despite everything,
she is just a girl.
Happy Birthday, you unhappy Bengali.
4 comments:
All you can think about is...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8C__F4_3iwQ
I loved that song.
nathaniel reminded me of The Amulet of Samarkand. Have you read it?
Yes I have.
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