Leaving | Amanda Leigh Lichtenstein
Adios to the louses who invented longing
Sayonara to the silent narrator in our lives
Livid is the girl who thought she knew the language
Anguished over the age and freshness of the day
A to Z an alphabet of dusk and haze to grope
The interloping hexagon of faith
Goodbye to the good eye and the good lie
Arrivederci to the cherry tree and her fruits
Kwa heri to the hurry lurking in our toes
Languid is the girl who thought she knew to swirl
See ya soon you sea of sighs
Keep in touch, you caped and weary cantor
I'll cry for you Argentina, Eva Peron!
I'll sketch your likeness in white
Totezines you xenophobes who played your oboes
Farewell airy wellspring of fever
Talk to you later all you skating stalkers
Write me while camel riding at sunrise
Call me and cull me a future we'll cheer
So long my letter to forever
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