Billie,
Are you home?
A chirp mournful & swelling
In this cathedral
Like a Picasso painting
A new house
New eyes
These eyes lips & lines
Her eyes
Lines of black
Arrows
Suits
Ties
Shoulders, straps
Dress me
Under the short twigs & stone
There
My hair black under the shout
Pain
&
The
Shout
Like a Van Gogh painting
Back to dark
Cat cat!
Oh
Billie,
Are you home?
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Billie is home.