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Lying on the Street: In Blue Ice

Mar 6, 2015 | Lying on the Street


They step over us

on salted slushy streets

with cobalt coats, icy blue eyes

and sapphire rings

scarves match the color of our crystal

not mysterious because it’s dark;

black and blue, neither swollen nor bruised

our genitals ache from loneliness–bluer than the deepest sea


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© Richie Smith 

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