Kindred Spirits Worry Me
the ghost of Virginia haunting the Ouse, Frida
floating down the river singing
like a banshee, like Ophelia, like Elizabeth Siddal,
like the Lady of Shalott, dead, mad, and a poet
like La Llorona weeping for her children
all the words she would never find, the paintings unpainted,
drowned. Let the going forth be joyful.
dead, mad, and a poet
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