COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
LOL, how were the nightmares?
love throwing rocks
at trains
at night.
love throwing socks
across the room,
shooting the moon.
love throwing love
as a Brooklyn disguise,
because hooray doesn't have to.
love poems on a Tuesday
and brushing my teeth
when they deserve it.
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