Good Eye


All these women and broken backs.
It was only the dimming of the lights.
Twelve blinks chucked into secrets.
Virgin Mary with robe up and violence.
Your fault, shoulda known better.
I read somewhere that the chances
are slim in the face. Trust who? She
ain't on my tram or train. Secrets.
She limped into Piggly Wiggly. Cut
her insides out. Took away a baby,
gave it to a friend. She looked down
at me and ticked fast. We know you.
Amalgamations and Ms. Piggy. Laurel
and Hardy or the blues, brother. Wide
eyed, witched, and robin egged. The boy
comes out in waves of flesh. Silence is
the worst weapon.

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