on tuesday at fourteenth and v

a poet might just save your life he
nodded, knowing, the truths spit
out from wine-red lips onto the floor

like that bottle of rioja the waiter
spilt that night we sat
in the corner and heard the priest

argue for equality
of ordination; you said
it was the candlelight

on my breast that caused
the contention; i said it was just
capitalism. it was still

raining; we walked
through sad poems
to get home, umbrellaless& reciting

rosaries of glass tomorrows.
we drowned only
in standing water once.

5 thoughts on “on tuesday at fourteenth and v

  1. some really cool touches in this…the glass rosary tomorrows…walking through sad poems to get home…and the breasts causing trouble in church? never….ha….we drown only once…smiles….cool joanna

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