Poetry: Anna Weaver's "pushing my luck"
Anna Weaver pushing my luck "La nuit au léger brouillard" by Félix Vallotton She's got big plans…that don’t include you. ~Tom Waits, “You Can’t Unring a Bell” Sometimes a city rolls out her sidewalks, letting my boot heels tap the soft places in search of a vein. I walk loud like
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