lifed:out

Dolly tempted waiter-boys in Marbella,
even after being swallowed by the
pavement yawning into sunny space
between her latest mark and broken bones.

Reeling in the compensation, she had learned
a trick or two in army camp where
Zyclon-B was not for her, no way; whatever
must – when girthed so beautifully desperate.

One thought on “lifed:out

  1. Noah says:

    This leaves me much to ponder about in life.

    Good job.

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