dr_con Posted April 4, 2021 Share Posted April 4, 2021 How it happened Part 1: Having a cigarette in the country of my birth This is how it happened, Before they taught borders, bound by family, Blood ties, we ran waddled crawled towards the danger fast shiny on asphalt “No,” cuts deep, big gods familiar bodies of pleasure, pain, saw him one last time still alive, my wedding, cigarette hand, I hadn’t given up yet playing with the fire. No Surprise when I realized this hotel, in morning light stood where forty years ago his broken home had been. Our immense lives ashed become small memories, swirling dawn, smoke. 1 Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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