they call me bourbon

and other fantasies american

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

ma crisci

.ma crisci

ma crisci
two flights down
slicing prosciutto
lacey thin
thinking up new
original hate words
to describe me
in italian
i look down
from my window
at the street below
and come to realize
the lady is an antique
dagger
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