
Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
The Missing/Loathing Continues
January 12, 2005 08:29 PM
Met Your Quota?
I’m thinking of
the dark nights
in your second story bedroom,
over the alley
where I would
double park my car
when I came
to visit.
I was always
afraid
I’d get a ticket.
But I didn’t.
I guess
I never stayed
long enough
to cause
an offense.
At least,
not one
I could be
cited for.
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