Poem A Day – Jacqueline Kirkpatrick – drunk dial

out of the madness
comes the march
to the meadow
we met in
tore and sore
seven years ago
tattooed like a wild beast
bewildered on the vision of you
glancing across at me
with your whippered wills
honeymooned tongue
and a half-hearted apology.


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