he wrote,
and rolled
letters of love
on tiny sheets
of cigarette papers
twisted ends
and ran them through
puckered lips
with French kisses
and melancholy
carefully tucked
in broken mortar
that only he
remembered where
he put them
with anxiety
he hoped
she would find
the map
he’d hung
in broken brick
on the wall
of his loneliness
if only she’d return
to his house of regret
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Artwork by the author: Watercolor and soft pastel over self portrait pencil sketch mounted to 140 lb cardstock. 8″ x 6″.
