The Burning Canvas
crispy verbs you let me use
after you were done
ironed out by my tongue
nestled between my cheek
and gum
Spit brown
tobacco sounds
rolled and chewed
imbued with your borrowed life
spat out against the
burning canvas of my mind
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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