Today's poem is by Ruth Williams
Bundle, Then Swift the New Year
Where they pushed
the drunk girl face down on the hood,
a lip print. I watched her split.Consequently, I want to write
all manner of tender things. Filigree
the moon with other slights.But all the children in the streets tonight
have dirty smiles, each mouth, a moon that carries
a second mouth around it.We couldn't bruise easier. Blood taken
leaves a print: blue, black, then green.
A trace of the hit.Oh, here comes a mouth to cover it.
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from Fourteen Hills
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