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Jan 2014
There's a woman comes in here
at night because its hers she says
and wears black feathers in her hair.

I shut the dor behind her to punctuate
those mutterings that fall perpendicular on my ear
and she turns the darkness over in her mouth
like a blade of grass.

If I ask her why she comes she says
don't bother me about your ******* dreams
Written by
don joaquin shelton
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