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For the Good Times

John Murillo

A shadow splits the beam
under your door clanks keys
you become wind
and waist beads
wrap a skirt
slide me out
to the fire escape

the ring on your finger
framed photo on the nightstand
say you his woman

your funk in my beard
the cold heft of a .38 in my palm
beg different

John Murillo

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