one poem for john

from source texts incarnate

one poem for john smoking half a cigarette and snubbing it      blowing the stale smoke out gestures me toward you if i were my own best friend i’d tell me it was slummish smoke the thing or toss it out but it’s all right i’m saving money and it reminds me     of afternoons on the wall at kenwood with you and of how little i’ve changed

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one poem for john from source texts incarnate, chapter two of the master's thesis, for want of an epitaph, by wendy blake
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