Fall
By bmccabe
Fall (a poem of J.W.) a girl once told me that in our saliva there is a drug and that, locking lips with another, we find there addiction i think i understand a bit of my mother’s need for A.A. now… i am captive lost in an unreal vision of fruit-trees blossoming in the cold heart of winter drunk on red wine and perfect thoughts i picked from the Tree and prayed that you might eat with me. -brian f. mccabe 5/25/99 Written May 25th, 1999 © on Dec 06 2001 09:21 PM PST 0 • 1
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