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Acme Feb 2020
On an altar of fierce desire we
  two virgins devoured each other
  on a blanket in the tall grass
  of Winton Woods park.
  Woman Blood
  Man *****
  One for just an instant
  and a spark created life
  that changed our world
  forever and all we cared
  about were baby names.
Kathleen Ann.
Acme Feb 2020
We have a type. We are mad as hatters
but crazy in love. Yin yang.
We burst into flames at happy hour
screaming about nothing anyway.
We swallow the fire and break the bed
and wake entwined in noon's mad sun.
Acme Feb 2020
We met at mile marker 237.
Maine. You were tough enough
to go the distance and we both
dragged us to the final mile.
Acme Feb 2020
I need you tonight.
I need your dark love
the love I never had.
Drug to fill this hole
stab my vein and give
me the poison I need.
Hold me close tonight
and never let me go.
Acme Feb 2020
You floated wild on the wind
landing weightless on my life
and cracked my world to pieces.
No family's safe from ******,
coquettish nubile kitten who
drowns me in cheap perfume.
Acme Feb 2020
I want to enter poetry contests but so many are scams that just take the entry fee and goodbye, sucker. Does anyone have any good places to submit?

Is poetry being published in print anymore? The New Yorker is not a viable venue unless you are published. Catch 22. Any suggestions where to send poetry in a bottle into a vast ocean of silence?

To be continued...
Acme Feb 2020
He was a cousin born with a brain tumor
they removed but left him most befuddled.
He came to visit in Charleston's edges where
we didn't have a **** thing we didn't provide.
I was the girl who worried about everything.
Petty Bette they called me but **** them all.
What if he falls off the porch and gets hurt?
Don't fret, child, give him a piece of string
and he'll trouble nobody. Amen. He spent the
rest of the day pondering that string like
it held the answers to the universe. I think
that string might be the boy's God almighty.
The lord works in mysterious ways I'm told.
When I die in my fog I'll ponder that string.
Thank you, Bette for telling me the story of your youth that inspired this humble poem.
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