ellie epp



plain trees in a london clearing
strungup lights     say     look,                 daylight
the philosophers are crazy
there is nothing i need to buy
i'm breathing
the leaves are clean as bricks
i don't know how to say what the branches do
distributing their weight carefully over the street
a man i like is afraid of me
it is a mistake we can't help
i am married when i look and say
ugly and lovely strangers are walking through my marriage