Dear Prudence,
I called you up, Nine pm
just in time for Hart Island in bed
but there was nothing left
of that seconds fresh roadside cadaver
twenty one, dressed in olive green
shaved head, wrists swimming in pools of red
Whatever happened to reaching heaven's gate?
Cocaine comets, you thought the high could save you with a wish
Where are you now, dear Prudence?
- cocaine comets for Prudence
03.22.20
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