COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Near the Livers
something that may
never come to fruition.
someone that will
never come back.
in the aisle,
between the blood
and the bones,
I shop for new knives.
I've been here before,
which makes it easier,
but it still hurts my back
to shoplift this masterpiece burden.
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