Red Bricks, Gray Sky

I wear
another hungry
headache from
waking

drool dribbling out
into blue pool
on pillow
having shaken

off another night
of tigers’ teeth
and bent bones
grateful at least

inside a home
to pour
yesterday’s coffee
drank black then

to the bridge
to watch
yachts fade
into mist

oh the rich
don’t know
what they’re missing

(originally published in Rue Scribe, Summer 2019)

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