
Pureland by Donna Dallas
I took brandy from the sitter I placed it to my lips my tongue shrank I kept to it I took the cigarette from your mouth I took the needle pricked the vein I salved the sores that festered between my toes and inside my thighs I fought in the alleys and smoked the pipe I shared it with whoever made it back I slept … Continue reading Pureland by Donna Dallas