OPTIONAL POETRY

i. We told Blondie we’d see her next time we came back, red rock dreaming before we even left, but maybe masked by rueing her cooking– lead-bellied all the way to Vegas.   ii. Muted, it presented a different face, not dry, or running full and sudden, I didn’t know what to expect– one of the key precursors for loving.   iii. Loss, too. Leaving gets under your skin more than anything– I picked red […]