Summers Smoke Cant Hurt Me This New Year
smoking a passionflower cigaret.
i collected the leaves grown tight to the wood bridge
overlooking the steaming gator creek, in that mauve
marsh, with you all chigger-bit.
its not legal to remove leaves from a park, but there
was plenty enough for the wildcats. hell, we ate
blackberries. ought we to have let them rot?
they were the only wet thing
our mouths had as ransom.
the passionflower rather dries my mouth,
but soothes my head. you still have
a suspicious mark where one of
them crabs really got you. a scar in the
shape of my ego – bulbous, ugly, shrinking
as the nights do now that we are
shivering, nights.
shivering, nights.
Bree aka Zlee Zlee
Fascinating, writer!
i appreciate you reading all of these, and the feedback. i would love to get you books somehow if you wanted. find me on facebook !!! i am zlee zlee there….
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