Once Upon A Mind by John Holland

She is either lodged in my mind

like a fishbone stuck in a drunk’s throat.

Or She’s down in the leaky pump house

running riot through red rooms.

Red silk stilettos 

crackling on eggshell floors.

Taken from the collection “Under the Dog Star” with permission of the author.

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