star or rain.

Mistress, bone-laced
around my fingers
merciless as the moon-hung
with cigarette burns and stars;
what I’d give
to billow smoke
twirling lips through
the telephone, a bloodbath

in star or rain
winter was far
and died,
lady-footed with bone

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6 replies

  1. How are you pumping this stuff out?

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  2. Love it!

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