She was next to me this morning
with hangover haircut
and a nicotine patina
My eyes blearily
remembering smoke
and fractured dialogue
from here
it’s all whiskey stomach and regret.
She was next to me this morning
with hangover haircut
and a nicotine patina
My eyes blearily
remembering smoke
and fractured dialogue
from here
it’s all whiskey stomach and regret.
I found you and your poems. I like this one-e