Katie

Do you see me like this, am I just your snout, who doesn’t need to fuss, powdered lightly you emerge, a shadow of light on your mouth, the fragrance of cold purges, others play at being missed, like those who travel south, all day long my body twists, I don’t quite sing a dirge, or be waylaid by roustabouts, but I am hurt, are you not my sister, a coquette with every pout, no one contains your laughter, a lover of great splurges, poets bite their fists, waters part and merge, before your famous gifts, .