Open Mic at the Black Horse

April 2, 2010

Before she starts
She looked like the girl at the front of the class
Like she packs her lunch
Like she brings a flask.

But she talks about putting her heart in a box
She talks about letters she never sent off
She sings like this is the last day on earth
She sings like this is all that she’s learnt.

Night’s like this
I don’t know what to do
body moves,
arms are glue

In my head is every pub in the world
Tiny pumps, velvet chairs
She sings like this
is the last day on earth.

A black horse gallops,
The landlord turns.

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