28 January 2013
She's veiled by the Cobalt, velveteen Curtains
And she overheard her Parents, pretending To write apology notes Insincere, And scripted.
She heard them Blame their veins, Awash with liquor
Or their daughter, 17, Wearing those sleeveless Tops, like this is a clue Laced, And woven in thread.
She heard them say They were perched like Mourning doves
And she thought they said Morning doves And with faltering breath
Asked "Why, If they are Morning doves,
Do they cry when they wake in the morning?"
Morning Doves • Opuss № I