When The Teapot Whistles

Updated: Nov 5, 2019

Audrey Molnar '19

Can you call for me when the tea pot whistles your song? Can you drive me towards, and through, and under, maybe, the curtain on the wall? Can you draw me a picture of the last time you smelled home? Or the last time you opened the refrigerator and saw something you wanted? When the sun sets in the east and the crickets lay down their anxious chirping and sing a song instead. When the teapot whistles that song. Will you paint it for me?

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