"Deep Kiss of Comatose"

by Jeph Johnson

 

a voice
told me
(while spilling
vodka)
compose a poem
to win her back
but her deep kiss of comatose
vibrated sobriety:
"I am free"
I told her I'd gladly pay,
but she was gone...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

for Twilla, 2002 

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