Barbara Hepworth

imageI pine after our poetry. (You know what I mean).

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You roll into memory like the waves.

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You wanted to do you and I wanted to do you so there was no one doing me.

You wanted to do you and I wanted you to do me.

Don’t be distracted.

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Thank you, Barbara. A woman’s work.

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Meet me on the moon. I’ll bring the sun.

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