Purple King by Angelica Fuse


Purple King

thrum wing
heart shaped madness
a moth on the wall
gone here
back together there

this poem
made more sense
balanced on whiskey
than it does now.

Angelica Fuse about Angelica Fuse
Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. She drinks red wine and reads by an imaginary fire.

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