ONLY MOVE TO THE CITY IF I KNOW YOU
taken from train windows, through which I flip...
In this one, the light around her is airport light:
a little silver finch,
Her letter from Germany on the desk:
'My life is just necessary conversations'...
and I persist that a sprig of mint
Gestorbenem, Ger. N. Adj: Anything pertaining to death,
her rejuvination for annual me, signpost,
sleeps with her back to the empty side of the bed.
This poem was inspired by the lyrics to 'Kissing the Lipless' by the Shins, and Weather Systems by Andrew Bird. I went through a period of about a month where I listend to only those two albums. This poem is also for a girl who, last I heard, was dating a banker.