My father scratches CDs and sandpapers vinyl
He leaves the burnt bits of water in the pan after a fresh boil
He cooks his alfredo with a bit too much garlic
And in the evenings he danced to Floyd
He played hide and go seek with lost leukocytes
His glasses are fogged with Marlboro reds
He could not fathom using his college degree
And in the evenings he danced to Floyd
Floyd
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Global Garment: The Story Of
The mother purchases the pull for a petulant teen
Leathered blue fingers clasping red
Wonders of the life the daughter lives, the one she did not
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What If She Said
And what if I asked her the question?
What if I asked the thing that plagued the mind
If I coughed out the sentence that would kill her
And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel
And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth -
Alicia Keys
At night it crusts my eyes
She breaths out tendrils that snake in and seek out
For.a year and a half it burned in the third degree
Her name means "inferno" and yet still
She riddles my heart with soot
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