When I had the red hair
was a good time
Even though she died then
it was her time
Nobody felt afraid
you could dance naked
they’d laugh
Red hair flaming
when cold winds
blew strands into my mouth
What you're craving
is not in the language
It's not the spark
beating your soul's
bird wings in the night.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty year writer in all genres. Her most recent book, a Novel titled Hair Of A Fallen Angel, came out in the fall from Spuyten Duyvil Books, NYC. Tepper has also written 7 stage plays. Her third play titled EVA & ADAMO will present at The Tank, NYC, early fall. www.susantepper.com
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