orgami's Diaryland Diary

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J o s e p h i n a

cracker jack sap
she said
"He aint coming back"
and the sun flared out there

swear you saw the glare
of that wrecked Chevy dragged
at the edge of the woodlot
the fallow feild

"what makes you hotshot bebe?"
she juts out a hip
and leans with her bottom lip,
snarls..
"maybe its somethin' yer born with
sonny"

and her eyes flash
like guillotines
cutting the pennies from my eyes

11:54 p.m. - 2012-04-11

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