my lungs are the curtain remnants of a desperately drunk fraternity toga party, in a $25 motel
my throat is the carpet
FENCE magazine, Vol. 18, No. 2 (summer 2017) - *Sonnet 12: A Dialogue* “Do you know that it really could be cool and hot, if we two could cross-pollinate, could hug and dance and not be home too late ...
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