you did not walk into the barroom
that day; you strode in, lion-like,
As if to eat my heart out.
How was I to know that
My eyes, now fixed on
the squareness of
your jaw, would
see you
last.
About the Creator
Lora Como
ENGLISH LIT HAMILTON COLLEGE. US BORDER PATROL. NINE KNEE SURGERIES. DEADEND JOBS. LAW SCHOOL. RETIRED LICENSE IN DISGUST. ONCE DATED ROGER STONE. SIX FOOT BLOND. EMPATHETIC TO A FAULT. STIR CRAZY. BRILLIANT. LOST. FIND HER TRACKSIDE. SPA
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