Thursday, March 26, 2015

-what the poet knows

brown rice and dungeons. edges. all of them.claws. the rattle of a baby's toy.joy.easy to say.sunset's unease. drapes. pulled back onto a sunlit rose garden. a spider and a webcaught fly. there was this time in pheonix. at the airport.after the toiletries were exposed. oversized. trashed .she knew where she'd point the gun. knew she'd pull the tirgger. if that was her job.

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