the lakes
freya boe and nathan blackwood

{FREYA}

is it romantic
how all my elegies
eulogize me

{NATHAN}

I'm not cut out for all these
cynical clones
these hunters with cell phones

{FREYA}

take me to the lakes
where all the poets went to die

{NATHAN}

I don't belong
and, my beloved, neither do you

{BOTH}

those windermere peaks
look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off
but not without my muse

{NATHAN}

what should be over
burrowed under my skin
in heart-stopping waves of hurt

{FREYA}

I've come too far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
tell me what are my words worth

take me to the lakes
where all the poets went to die

{NATHAN}

I don't belong
and, my beloved, neither do you

{BOTH}

those windermere peaks
look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off
but not without my muse

{FREYA}

I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow
right over my bare feet

{NATHAN}

cause I haven't moved in years

{BOTH}

and I want you right here

{NATHAN}

a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
with no one around to tweet it

{FREYA}

while I bathe in cliffside pools
with my calamitous love
and insurmountable grief

{BOTH}

take me to the lakes
where all the poets went to die
I don't belong
and, my beloved, neither do you

those windermere peaks
look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off
but not without my muse

{BOTH}

no, not without you