the poet...drunk on absinthe stumbles
into Sonya on the street
w/ no name---
Ivan goes by wondering about her freckled
roller coaster
wrenched from its rusty rivets;
her serial-killer father
goes free,
pink & purpler rubber bracelets---
Sonya...staggering
by on ******; freckled legs
in torn red fishnets---
thrumming instruments from the cafes,
chaos within the rib-cage, let's go
to the wedding
of the fan dancer---
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