Tag Archives: Shame

Breath

Two iris, white peels cow down Sad flowers if ever there were. Slow gait of Sarah’s black retriever, I before E except after C, she said. Slow gait of dying dogs is sadly missed Save for dying old men smoking … Continue reading

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Fumble, fumble

    That fucker finally died, and left me With all the memories of fumbling around In the dank darkness of the cellar down At the bottom of the stairs, second to last Step always creaked, and my face streaked When … Continue reading

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