Friday, November 28, 2014


excerpt from a longer poem under construction:

When you saw me on the street, a few days after I left you to your musing
you gave me one kiss, on my right cheek
tenderly it landed, like birds scraping morning dew from the branches
but I could smell dust on your shoulders
and I felt the gunpowder stamping itself over my dimples.

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