PoetryBefore battle she brushes her hair /a hundred strokes and sour breath/ Unfolds a vintage blue teal dress from lady beetle tissue Throws two dice on a leather place mat looking for a set of sixesScents of collection /her...

PoetryPack a suitcase and find me. I'm here in rooms strewn with small purses of coins and stale cigarettes that my lungs won't take in anymore. In here, I've found a small light out from my window that I've...