Bright
colors
Work
to her advantage
Aluminum
foil starlings
Intellect
weaponized
Hand
holding intoxicants
Flame
broiled sadness
Phoenix
capsized Titanic
Batten
down your hatches!
Abandoned
theaters
Mute
stranger’s chemical imbalance
Resistant
to changing partners
Entropy
squirrels gnaw at our crinkly consciences
I
want to go the distance
I
swear to God I do
“I'm
So Lonesome I Could Cry”
I
think I’m telling the truth or maybe I’m not. I don’t fucking know.
Charles Cicirella
9/27/17
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