Donna Dallas

Lady Fortune
Her face ghosts through me
out my window
back into me 
then down my spine
like a guilt that spawned a root
vines wrap and twist
around my gut 
as we watch each other age

Her touch a cancer
her gaze a cigarette burn
as I stare back and smoke her

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