My Primrose Moon

Christine Angersola
Sep 7, 2018 · 2 min read

Baroque spring
and s’il vous plaît ne m’oubliez pas
Everything I did
was another way to howl your name

There’s a special type of sadness
that comes in August
Hung on the clothesline
by wigwam braids
Pebbly walks where jeans get caught in surf

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Christine Angersola

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