The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 6 | Page 27

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Forgive with all that you are.”

Casket broke

Flask that smokes

King of pieced together parts,

Broken hearts and a million un-drunk bottles of wine

Settled in mourning

Unsettled morning

Hunting stars to steal their shine.

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The little broken pieces

left in the ground

will sift to the bottom

and breakdown.

The big broken pieces

left on the ground

will house heat wave phantoms

and ghost towns.

We won’t see any of it.

We won’t hear it,

and we think that means it won’t happen.