COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Who Shall I Sin For the Rest of My Goddamn Life?
me or the she snoring next to me?
as the showy snowy mountains come to me.
I come to the morning with equal vengeance.
like hand-holding holiness.
and while I miss my best heart.
I am happy for the time being.
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