your voice is a familiar sound
she said
back against the wall
her hand flat across the gravely concrete
she holds a cup
liquid swirling about
a dark pool of liquor
threatening to swallow her whole
I've seen your face
she says
but I don't know you
he smiles
you will
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
