co-wandererA Poem by h d e rushinThere's a poet woman somewhere/today thinking of suicide but barely pretending that heaven inches itself closer to our dreams than anyone can realize. but in that ipsedixit, unproven act of desperation we are not bothered by belligerence since it curl's up with her in that wad of money she holds in her bra just for this occasion. Meanwhile the shipment of six inch heels had not yet arrived from Payless, and irrelevancy is really no one else's business but the cute gynecologist physician assistant or the Jesus still in Texas sorting out water from race. Someone's tongue will not get pierced in the beforementioned inner light; thinking of the cousin she will visit again who, addicted to bath salts, will not be running down the freeway in oncoming traffic, half clothed.... Yeah....that cousin.
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