Atticus “Poetry”

Between a lukewarm bowl of
Ramen instant noodles
and a glass of cheap boxed wine,
her favorite pair of panties
slumped on the
(one) nightstand—
well-worn,
crusted over,
yet
trending
after a Mardi Gras summer
of
anonymous masks
and
throwaway jewelry
and
a charlatan’s season
spent trying to
“love her wild”.

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