The bell jar



rustling white aprons
entangled me

it's dark here
I can't fall asleep without you
why can't you come back

Miles Davis
cuddle with jazz
loneliness
and scattered past

moth whirling in the jar

Sylvia Plath
with her head in the oven

dissapear




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-06-27 at 12:53

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So sad but so good. Miles Davis is good comfort.
2017-07-03


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo.
Ken
2017-06-27