COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
semi-colon-happy
I move
past you;
happiness
has to be found
somehow.
right?
the next poem
can contain
more questions;
the next question
can be a poem.
In-damn-deed,
I heard the ellipses
like a heartbeat
in my ear;
I'll always mail her books.
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