Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

14 lines, jack

i knew it was over
my back began to straighten
each time
i felt his touch

my heels began walking toward the rack
with cast iron frying pans

every time he said the word


and the man forced out so many safely spaced little sonnets
every sentence done to death

he always found a fucking reason
to say the word


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