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Via di corsa

When I was last liked,
it was by a man whose accent
dangled the long hot days of the Colonies
on my fingers like track shoes
held by the knotted matting
of muddy laces like shrunken heads
waiting for the gun
heel on the plate
begging
the start for home.

Via di corsa

When I was last liked,
it was by a man whose accent
dangled the long hot days of the Colonies
on my fingers like track shoes
held by the knotted matting
of muddy laces like shrunken heads
waiting for the gun
heel on the plate
begging
the start for home.

Athena Nation, 43

Seattle / Trenton, NJ

 
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