COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
On An Old Coyote Morning
Emily Kristine,
I love the cold.
But, dear,
don't spend your life
racing towards
the trash can.
I said,
I bet she looked her best
right when she woke up,
and you know what?
I was right.
I hate being right.
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