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kind of like vodka

by Lindsay Sanders

he had a smile that hit me like a subway train
slicing through the atmosphere

and he had a voice that felt like coltrane
on the sax in a late night jazz club.

i took him like medicine,
the kind that ends up
making you sicker-

too sick to realize
you're worse off
than before.

07/30/2007

Posted on 07/30/2007
Copyright © 2020 Lindsay Sanders

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 07/30/07 at 11:47 PM

This is good. I like that last stanza.

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