Bumming with Ziggy

By Kristen De Kline


I slept with her

again last night

we screamed as we came

lit up as we crashed down

we wrote poems every day

on brown paper bags

eulogies on dole forms

etched love letters into our flesh

we howled like Ginsberg


nobody listened


again last night

I slept with her

we came as we screamed

when I woke up

my leather jacket was gone

the Drum tobacco pouch, emptied out

she’d even ripped off the $2 lighter




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