Joseph
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, January 21st, 2020 at 12:34 AM (414 Views)
Joseph drinks on Wednesdays,
plays spades of gratitude for rum,
his jars, her syringe:
a genie in his world,
a wishbone in the next.
Nothing's once,
a morning when she played in the liquor cabinet
Steady, writing ‘cross her page,
outside like a gypsy-sage waitress,
American doors,
bumming Marlboros
Fur canines slurred her words,
Joseph in a run-down, pinstriped suit,
her mouth a broken conch.