all the wrong places

encircled by a ring of wine on teak
from where you set your glass in february

on the tattered page of a violent novel

nestled at the foot of my winter bed, beneath
an afghan crocheted by sorrowful tales

ringing in the woodpecker’s persistent rap
on our iron chimney cowl

atop a Zeppelin of the dreams I set free

masked in a wing of scarlet paint
across a bum’s haggard jaw

sealed in ironed wax paper
next to a frozen four-leaf clover

i search for that girl
in all the wrong places

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