embattled, embroiled.
the smell of gas on the morning stove,
opening the windows to nine am oakland
you are out there somewhere
and in the space where my lover is not
you haunt me
decadence of memory
that paints you as i need you
tar paper roof with a soup bone on it
the neighbor cats rolling on the urine streaked pavement
some hardy pink blossoms have sprung up
under the overpass
working the job that pays the bills
not wrong but
not right either
am i the girl for you?
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