Poem, Alcohol, Insects, Leaches, Probably Crime
Sloe Gin And Quick Hands
June 21, 2024
in consolidation of dislikes
in solidarity for definitely not
one doesn’t bring one’s friends
down to the swamp, to the frogs
without talking about leaches
mosquitoes, deer flies
or that one spot of quicksand
those things and places
remain reserved for nights
when shooting stars and anchors
weigh heavy upon the spirit
distant heat lightning
spreading stories
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