To Masha Martynova
You bear many names,
Most of your own forging,
Some of my own forcing:
Ash, Smoke,
Minutes, Traitor
But after I fed you
Death by lethal injection,
Caught in spasms of
asphyxiation,
you smiled.
Now I know your true name -
Lionheart
And though our intimacies
Are the opposite wings
Of a magnet,
There's something
In your toxic, flytrap heart
I respect.
ESTÁ A LER
STΛRLIGHT
Poesiapoems about my friends and family, about my rivals and foes, about kindred souls and almost-strangers; about every star that's been within my sky.
