Crow Hollow Books

Allison Adams

Murder Two, Winter 2015

Deborah

Hold and sing to me awhile.
Your tongue rolls over
foreign vowels,
you prophesy through
red wine stained lips.

Maybe you could read
to me, while I look up words
translate meanings. Smirking slightly
it’s always so clear
when the gears in my head
turn.

Hold my hand and lead me
over alien Angelino canals.
Take me up with you
where you keep
your heavy dark wood
piled high with bound books.

You can seduce me right here.
Turn me into a woman
on the rich velvet carpet.
Teach me how my body moves
but then—

I look up, clothes stripped
away. Fingers slipped inside me
and notice none of your books
have been broken.

About the poem:
As a screenwriter, I use poetry as a means to explore characters. When a character pops into my mind, I find poetry is my favorite way to solidify their needs and tone. Whether I have a story with no characters, or a character with no story, poetry has helped me make sense of myself when I’m not sure where to go next.

The artist's tool.

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