the lakes
winnie willows and ellie maxwell

{ELLIE}

is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?

{WINNIE}

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

{ELLIE}

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

{BOTH}

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

{WINNIE}

those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry

{BOTH}

I'm setting off but not without my muse

{WINNIE}

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

{ELLIE}

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

{WINNIE}

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

{BOTH}

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

{ELLIE}

those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry

{BOTH}

I'm setting off but not without my muse

{WINNIE}

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

{ELLIE}

cause I haven't moved in years
and I want you right here

{WINNIE}

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

{ELLIE}

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

{WINNIE}

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

{BOTH}

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

{ELLIE}

those Windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry

{BOTH}

I'm setting off but not without my muse
no, not without you