• Hannah Flowers

you asked me to meet you in a dream

yes, i will, i replied swiftly

for a moment’s pleasure seems

far more important than honesty.

have you ever watched a mushroom grow?

some have spores which, at night, glow

they come alive and spread and know

in summer with their seeds to sew.

to kill your hero seems as bitter

i truly am an awful knitter

the tapestries we weave together

might have left alone been better.

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you were a house.

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help me put my bags in the back of your car you’re just as pretty up close as from afar you reach for my hand driving home superposition on the radio out the window is the old fear factory i can’t hel