illumination:
translucent
in palms of dust
and after-shave
the lime (green) light
hovers, recovering the cocaine
in my nostrils,
(the drugs i never inhaled)
which are persistent,
they nag, like your scent
on my skin
(the flesh I never wanted)
and coming down is
twice as hard.

05/27/2002

Posted on 05/27/2002
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