365 Days of Poetry: Day Eighty-Nine

four cigarettes stand in a row.
this is the way holidays go.
when your family’s down South.
or soon off to work.

four teeth rot in a row.
this is the way pain goes.
when too many hits and too many dreams
takes focus from mundane things.

four drinks stand in a row.
this is the way life goes.
when sickness and lies tread ephemeral ties
and the ink is left to sink.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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