Kill All Your Darlings
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Plague Years
Contusions, her thighs
And calves, tops of
Her feet;
Muddy and spotted
With sunflower color
And wine stained hills.
He believed in tolerence.
She could only believe
This was the practice of it,
how much she could take.
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