An exchange of a certain, personal significance

It was then I learned to spool her

It was there I forged a blood-black mantlepiece.

It was so much ziti, my masterpiece, all laced up like that –

It was fair for me to school you and Jules.


There were rules to the faces in our treatise,
There were touches of thumbs in greasy
pools left on the tops of Tara’s crutches.
It was time to blare the whole thing to the police.

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One Response to “An exchange of a certain, personal significance”

  1. minx Says:

    Good thinkin.
    I’ll be looking here now.

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