maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people
maybe we’re not meant to be
maybe we are satelites
maybe we are the lucky ones
maybe we’re friends maybe we’re more
maybe we are all cabinets of wonders
maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people
maybe we’re each others soulmates
“Art is to console those
who are broken by life”
but what of the unfortunate few
who are broken by death
should they be left
to wallow in sadness and grief
or bundled up firmly
in the warmth of love
because the moss
on his lovers grave
shows the rain that pitter
pattered on the stone
and because both hands
were used to wipe away tears
none were left to bring
the shelter of an umbrella
Girls in England
Have long hair.
Hair that’s flat
And sits neatly
On their shoulders.
My hair is short
And black,
And sticks up in
The morning
Like moody fur.
The girls in my class
Speak to me, finally
And ask about my hair –
Why it’s short.
“Is it because you’re a lesbian?”
She wants to know.
It’s true that
Some boys have
Longer hair than me.
– the weight of water, Sarah Crossman
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