Red Wine Sings to Me

Red wine sings to me

like my mother never did

velvet whitenoise

like my heater in August

 

I open my mouth but only moonlight

stumbles out

dissolving into shadows

then tall savanna grass

and then a lion.

 

I dont remember when I died

But the sun was warm and bright.

 

 

 

 

 

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