Raisin Girls
A man talks and a girl wishes
She could die.
After sampling a memoir,
biography of biographies.
Cool winter rain
Soaks the cracking lumps of soil
that have forgotten the sun.
As the tiny shards of
mirror tinker
from the sky glass,
a hand is poised
to capture these reflections
– a hand, a fist
a prelude and a second act;
and the shadow of blood.
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