Amy King
Homage to The Ballad
She was soft and sentence. My own sleeping speech awoke her. There used to be plush velvet items where now appears lifelike finger explosives. I sip from tin coffee cups the flavor of her past mouth.I take comfort in and make love to Tomaz Salamun’s mother beyond the graveyard gates. I hope Tomaz does not follow nor regret her exposure in ghostly patterns upon my flesh. We share this space and perhaps Tomaz would sigh. I am in love for the next time in my life. |
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