When I Left Her

Hidden
like that prick of a dog was in Argentina,
or was it Bolivia?

in a glorious mind screw memory
sits a piece of warm cherry pie
and a coffee as dark as she was.

a whole week by bus separates us.

one day I simply vanished.

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