Letting it (poem)

I wonder what

a Sunday kind of love should bring?

A few flowers?

A free shower?

Too much sweat and not enough ice.

A long, slow drag on a cigarette,

bouncing around on a lip

before all hell breaks loose.

Letting it. Let it. Go.

10.6.13

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