body

odette in the desert

odette can sing

or bitch

odette has small gold hoops that

match her glinting teeth in shine

odette has a deep voice

a wide and slow river resounding from

her mouth her throat her hair

odette is wise and careful

she looks at us and her eyes think

and know they know things

her curly sand-hair wears a ribbon

i wish i could hear her voice once more

it was like an old fire from precious wood

i took too little notice of her then and i hope she can forgive me

(it would break my heart if she remembered me too)

so i hope i am forgotten

if not we can cry for what we did not know we lost

(but how will i know? how will she know?)

i know only that her voice will sound like a desert still

odette

 

how do u sing?

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