Wednesday, October 3, 2018

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During the day I play at drowning
looking for the smoke
of eyelashes and faded hair
the lilac shadows of blood
and the ruins of coffee
but a night
I dream of the last syllable
in my mother's heart
the last red word in her lungs.
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Frank Lima
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