Another one of mine:
Stray
A photo of a dead girl
stares at me as I write
for you.
I try to invoke the scene:
you straddled atop me…
but her frozen smile is whiter than our heat.
A vacation snap-shot:
her eyes squinting forever in the sun
seem happier seeing me than do yours.
I want to suck the life
from this dead girl’s image,
press lips to yours and blow in.
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