ellie epp



time poured from the sky
'the days themselves were gods'
i am afraid of the day
bright day,
wanting to sleep from you
wanting the father hand on my head
wanting to go buy raspberries
to drink coffee
wanting to be excited about someone i don't know
plain day, if i don't escape you
hunger is a taste on the back of the tongue
loneliness pushes hard on the bone between the eyes