Impure Women

Between my breath and your breath

Beneath the phallic philanthropic statues on

The volcanic dragstrip of my city

The wounded in the scorched earth policy

Of love

Muster, linger, await


Pills to make their hearts race faster have

Stopped their faces dead as clocks

That witnessed crimes unspeakable

To mothers versed in tabloid gore.

Who will bring them

Absolution now that I am gone?

In the fresh wounds of a

Seconal summer

The stopped children meet

And kiss.

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