Broken Toe Blues
A knock at the door, we
scatter like roaches into the
walls. Baby earthquakes erupt up
my spine. Broken toe blues. Angels
smell like cheap wine. We're
dust in the attic of light and time.
© James Spencer Hoffman
scatter like roaches into the
walls. Baby earthquakes erupt up
my spine. Broken toe blues. Angels
smell like cheap wine. We're
dust in the attic of light and time.
© James Spencer Hoffman
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