Dear, by Louise Millar

Dear, by Louise Millar (21) Dear,  i hope you are sitting with dissonant dolls and differentlovers in a bitter circle contemplating colour & constellationi hope you’ll walk out with a plate of apple skins andtell me no it is a fire, i hope youare taking your medsi hope you are copying clouds, tangling yourlimbs with paranoid inmates in an aging skyif you have fooled them all, stay with your indeterminateghosts; handling giant bones on a quietblanket, using shattered window panesas plates & darling i hope you will spill backwards into black porcelain cups & liesideways with your devils