Wednesday, January 1

White Thighs

I’m going to
(lottery ticket
) fuck you

the small
(cigarette pack)

is maddening
me ( warm

you lay there
(carnation blooms)
we us our

bodies in sun
(my bracing
) goddess

I’m a sore winner
(sucked tight)
the movement

on a horse (
white thighs)
she rides

the script
(garden hedge)

tonight’s shoot-
out (waterfall
) ending

over peaches
my come

keeps you in
(sea winter
wind) mind.

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