July 7, 2014 in Coping, Poetry, Reflections
The Blues
when Regret presses its heavy palms down upon my shoulders, looks me dead in the eye and nods – ‘I told you so’
I shrug, return the gaze, grab each wrist, and smile – ‘Hey, motherfucker, want to dance?’
07-04-14
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