A testA Poem by Consuela Burke
This is a test
Of the emergency system The weight and measure Of how you listen It's the fairest metric I've divined To measure desire To know my mind I need a test Enough removed From the way we talk From the way we move Something I can point to, My proof when I say You had a real chance That you let slip away I've been as clear as I can That I want to be found I left a light in the attic You can see from the ground Just enter the house I've opened the door I'll light the whole room If you want to see more © 2017 Consuela Burke |
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