Honey

I don’t have any words, only this feeling
Put pins in the tapestry to hold it on the wall and all the colour leaves.
Unconcerned with borders, it keeps flowing on its way-
This is the heart-break
Out of which I am born.
A masterpiece only I give – pure uncertainty
Language not liquid enough
for gold.
It feels radical to exist – surely you can
All falls.
I must always be crying
Taste sweet, the tip of my tongue dipped
Stop cutting flowers to bring them into your home.

–Valerie King

Valerie, Madam at the Kingsland Motel, Brooklyn, NY is full of surprises. If you want to talk to her, email valerie.jo.king@gmail.com. If you want to find out more about her without talking to her, check out her Tumblr or her WordPress. She loves a good joke; everything is hilarious.

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