The tale you told <br />an apparition <br />in the room <br />and we were haunted <br />for that moment <br />as if your prey <br />upon a cold <br />plate, no glass <br />of water would <br />wash away that <br />slight laugh <br />as you spoke of <br />cocaine, called her <br />sweet, your story <br />cut us up <br />like cheap meat <br />just a little <br />louder for the <br />débutante in the <br />corner, no longer <br />virgin. Now, <br />I thought of turning <br />around but did <br />not interrupt, you <br />coughed just then, <br />outcome—another <br />diamond.<br /><br />Larry Sawyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jim-carroll/
