Border Town Graduates
       

Although we're closer to feeling the grass
pulled over our lips forever,
we still bare our dirty teeth and laugh.

We managed to look twice our age,
and now our wrinkles
won't be scraped from our mugs
when we're given our final shave.

Such is the residue
near motels and train tracks;
such is the cost,
lacking coolants in this desert.

Our moon was a pile of bones,
and our sun a blazing spider.

When thirsty,
we savored the taste
of her venom drunk hot.

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Copyright © 2019 Anthony Seidman All rights reserved
from A Sleepless Man Sits Up In Bed
Eyewear Publishing
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