I've actually written three poems for One Shot-- most recent first. xj
held up the sign for the wet floor:
"Cuidado: Piso Mojado."
over us like golden rain
And the coiffed and broken migrated
to dinner and succor,
I held Irene to my breast, her wig
on the bed-stand.
melting away as she flapped her arms
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