01-18-2024, 02:07 PM
A string slides across your leg as you unfasten
the loops of a black velvet pouch
half the size of a paperback.
A silver stone pearls in your palm,
demanding to be placed on the neck
of a model from Wakiki, wielding
sun as moon.
Two halves of a molar shake out,
the long roots brittle as a vase
in the shed, weathered brown
decaying with mulch.
The carving of a dog
you use as a paper weight
settles into your palm.
A cigarette butt warm with recent smoke
stains your palm, red lipstick
kissing the damp filter.
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I am hoping the other three items are a cold beer, a silver american half-dollar, and a corn dog.
the loops of a black velvet pouch
half the size of a paperback.
A silver stone pearls in your palm,
demanding to be placed on the neck
of a model from Wakiki, wielding
sun as moon.
Two halves of a molar shake out,
the long roots brittle as a vase
in the shed, weathered brown
decaying with mulch.
The carving of a dog
you use as a paper weight
settles into your palm.
A cigarette butt warm with recent smoke
stains your palm, red lipstick
kissing the damp filter.
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I am hoping the other three items are a cold beer, a silver american half-dollar, and a corn dog.