Re: Klein

the kind of girl who lies in fields
in the brown and brown of early spring
with a tingle on her tongue

well I mean we are meant to be
alone or whatever, or apart or whatever

the kind of girl who lives like she’s dying,
every moment precisely savoured

alone or whatever, but I never understood
that twenty year silence. what a waste

the kind of girl who lies

of talent. I’d say time but
that’s a waste anyway

incisive and minute,
in fields in the brown

no matter how you slice it,
I mean everyone knows that

and brown of early
spring alive and
dying by the moment