I drink Wine
in conversation with Adele
New York is empty
my poems remain unwed
New York is bloated
Both none the wiser
women whipped in whiskey age
fire fights itself
flame to flame let’s strike
our own cores for the better—
New York is ready
in conversation with Adele
New York is empty
my poems remain unwed
New York is bloated
Both none the wiser
women whipped in whiskey age
fire fights itself
flame to flame let’s strike
our own cores for the better—
New York is ready