Muzzle in draft


Listen to the prostitute's heartbeat with
her muzzle to the dust of Arizona's 
stomping ground, and her heart a heart of pith.
Her wedding ring left her finger in a
mist of corrosion, and rust, and at this
point of return her high-heels grow taller
       the sky, the sky a barnyard tenement.

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~ by Jeremy on May 5, 2009.

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