Poetry

UNEARTHLY HUM

Forget about meThat’s the way it is supposed to be.

Forget my soupForget my delicious fruit loops.

Forget my voice like an unearthly humGoing through walls to your ears.

Real magic indeedForget my talents, my art. Me.

Analise Braddock
Analise Braddock, 9
Katonah, New York

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