Appendectomy
Hypodermic prick
tears the skin of the
space-time
and our past bleeds out,
the color of yesterday
staining lipstick memories
with black and white.
Life prism
separates the colors
separates the lives
of places I knew
and women I didn't
before I jumped
from the window
in the basement.
Shoulda known
I wasn't gonna go
anywhere.
Shoulda known
a chair needs
legs.
Shoulda known
a shoe needs
a sole.
Shoulda known
a man needs
a soul.
Shoulda known
I wasn't gonna go
anywhere.
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