do you remember the first time
you heard Joanna Newsom croon?
i do. i was eighteen
and my boyfriend made me
a mix cd called "songs for this"
"your skin is something
that i stir into my tea,"*
she wailed to me
and i knew what she meant
without ever having
experienced it
this, i'm learning is
the definition of magic:
from the stars and the clouds,
the universal gets pulled down
and we can suddenly
taste the poetry
*
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