Pearls, Unstrung

all flesh burned shall peel
in due, sanctimonious time.

a family practitioner provides advice, while the nation’s best hospital mails you their annual book. you know the maladies that keep you in bed, and you know, honey and lukewarm water are enough to keep you out of trouble. for one more week. better than a day, you would think.

I was the kid
finding hope in cough drops.

a hefty mortgage two blocks away and a crying lover on an unpainted porch await me every day, the only words said illegible, sleepily falling through dozens of gaps we see on a rusted chainlink fence.

today, no one reads cursive.
not the girl who grieves.


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