Fruit flies hover over the corpse of our eclipse
which brush the rusted halo
forming the inner circle of my cigarette.
I encompass you within the palm of my hand
like a squealing baby marsupial.
Fruit flies hover over the corpse of our eclipse
which brush the rusted halo
forming the inner circle of my cigarette.
I encompass you within the palm of my hand
like a squealing baby marsupial.
