Sunday
14Sep2008
While Cleaning Out An Old Purse
Sunday, September 14, 2008 at 5:53PM a poem, written about this time two years ago:
each on another
coffee stained sort of color
nicotine like fit--
twenty oz. morning.
awake as a state of grace,
chemicals flowing.
dehydrated lips
sting with each sip
burning tongue tip.
in
poetry
poetry 
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