Hanna is white.
chiffon.
dressed.
On a roof.
In New York City.
Laying on something wooden.
Her life.
is white.
There is no 'go here'.
'go there'. 'this is your problem'.
Her hair is spread out like pumpkin butter.
Her skin is radiantly. white.
Her eyes are purple. But you can't really tell.
The city bustle ignores her because she ignores it
They're not enemies
They just know who they are.
Hanna has trust.
No many people do.
She has trust in herself.
That she needs no one.
Hanna.
holds a flower.
It is white.
Hanna prays for a non- photographic life.











Comments
You've got good poetry... I'm actually really disappointed that you have so little exposure... Oh well... You just got yourself a fan
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It seems we have just enough religion for us to hate but not enough for us to love each other
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