Q is for Quentin
This scream is special.
I have heard it in my dreams
before I fall,
before I ward off your blows.
This scream is special.
It has your name on it.
City Girl
Teeth clenched, jaws tight,
eyes half-shut to ward off
the first light,
she flicks the ashes of her
cigarette stick down
to where the paved streets
match the color
of her big-city dreams.
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