Apr 2019
You always have your hand
on my hair-trigger. There it lingers
until it blows you up in billows
of fluff. Has you staggering like a panhandler
clamoring for a buck when he’s down
on his luck.
on my hair-trigger. There it lingers
until it blows you up in billows
of fluff. Has you staggering like a panhandler
clamoring for a buck when he’s down
on his luck.
