Like I Am
I did not touch yesterday, like I say I did. My fingerprints are missing. I lost them on a glass man, wrapped my hands around his whiskey sour, like I shouldn’t have. He mingled with fire over victory,...
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Old memories of Paris, café au latte, iron wrought on a kitchen sink where she slimmed her figure on a butcher block. She dangled like a wind chime, toes on pointe, testing the winds and the Gods on...
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