Sunday, 18 July 2021

july. heated love

i cannot slacken the pace 

without work i am nothing

she said filling out the unemployment forms 

gulping polish vodka. an easy forgotten sense of safety 

danced toe to heel in the darkest corner of the bar

he lit the newport @ the edge of her lip and

with hopes of having her

played therapist   


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