Saturday, November 10, 2012

Float

in remembrance of Nov 2008


He didn't leave he floated 
away as if he'd just done
a line of cocaine

(not that she would know
what a line does to gravity)

No sound of footsteps
only 

there she was
left floating too

(in Marilyn's favorite pool)

white fingers
stars pressed to a desert ceiling

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