Red Light
Love burns:
a scorching iron
pressed to the back of his swallow-tail coat.
Love burns:
a vile carbolic
flung in her brow-plucked face already green.
Love burns:
the girl I saw in Brooklyn at the center
of Flatbush and DeKalb
swinging at her lover’s Porsche
Saying “Ah kill you.”
“Ah kill you a million times.”
Red Light was published in LIT magazine
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