365 Days of Poetry: Day Two-Hundred and Ninety-Six

hand-rolled cigarettes.
and lobster stew.
the left doesn’t say.
what the right can do.
torn-up posters.
and winking eyes.
in the knowing.
we can despise.
the pride, but what is left?
a tombstone and a torniquet.
one punctuates, one stops an end.
grave or table, foe or friend.


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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