hers is an amulet worn by desperate men
i don't know
maybe there was something in the way
she wore the amulet
at the end of the day my head is empty and my belly is round
a dead girl said, "please excuse the lateness of this missive"
and then later,
i have forgotten her admonishment
these careful words of caution from an idiot girl
who knows, if she knows one thing in this world,
knows trouble
and so i grasp the amulet
at the bar
under dim bulbs
swathed in smoke
empty eyes
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