Marlboro Marlboro
Where are you hiding tonight my curled fingers
Search out feeling like briny brackish seaweed
The nightstand with its crumpled dollar bill the
Offering
Pay the tithe
Urging urging the tickle in the back of my throat like too much
Too much candy maybe how it was growing up the corner store
Those nickel and dime candies make your mouth dry like
Sawdust around the edges of your feet dad those big feet poking beneath
The lip of the bed where I hid from you I’m
Sorry it came out of me possessed was I those words not my own
I Didn’t Mean It.
Marlboro
Marlboro
where are you hiding it’s time
It’s
Time.
El Portal Literary Journal 