Kirk Pinho2

K i r k  P i n h o 

Dear reader,

I am wrapped in your warm & wet bed sheets. You are Lot’s daughters with wine & cable-knit hair. You are Delilah with one breast exposed. You are Herodias & Salome raising John the Baptist’s head on a disc of tin. Jezebel toasts to you & then throws you out a window. But I’ve missed you like pipe bombs, my darlings. You’ve embargoed my happiness, but I still open my mouth as you drip through the colander.

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