I tripped over my first bloody nose
& landed here
57 years later
beneath a dark sky getting darker
clabbering up to rain
& I played that clawhammer ukulele
like a champ
just so you'd know what it felt like
confessing to crimes I knew
nothing about
It was late summer on the coast
& you were like a brain surgeon
smuggling a pipe bomb
into my most cherished memories
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
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