“Is your name Priscilla?”A Poem by Alexandra
Her mother smells like midnight in a Spanish household
Lilac & coffee Her son loves her very much Never weening off the left breast I noticed two bites on my left ankle tonight I wonder where they came from Or if they were from yesterday’s altercation when I walked down North Ave Dan told me to not worry about it, to talk to him But I really don’t think talking is going to get this feeling down I’m ashamed I’m ashamed of you and that walk and that window and Salem St and the door And everyone you call friends Rachel Beck is a b***h And so are you. © 2018 Alexandra |
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