. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Paperbacks


In the book store
in her mom jeans
swarthy curls and wet lips
pawing paperbacks in the dusty stacks with her long bony fingertips
the ghost of the dead store owner brushes past me
leaves me in ecstacy

or was that the touch of her bony denim hip?

TA

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