The Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog

The Outsiders

27 The Outsiders Actually I am at the epicenter of your subconscious I am the witch the mother the excreted the marginal one said the old woman I’m the damned dark of the moon Have you noticed poets don’t write poetry about flowers these days so what said the tulip lightly tossing her blossom the bees dig us A pack of us streaming down a city street remembering when we were wolves makes you stop in your tracks even a single one of us unleashed scares you a bit doesn’t it said the dog ...