COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
On An Old Coyote Morning
I love the cold.
Don't love me because.
the lab coat sound.
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 like this.
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