Still Not Yet Sold Out

We’re in. That’s Patty. Me. And him. I’ll speak
for us. Until. He’ll take the coming new.
We’ve got the next full after covered. You
have all our in betweens.

                                        Almost unique
to us. That kid. Her mother’s dark mystique
refuels her. Drives her on to see this through
from end to end to end. Then down into.
A kiss’s love lies not in its technique.

Our secret’s safe. No fortune can be read
by eyes made numb. By dirt. We won’t be known
outside those three stones left behind. A league
away from future visions. On our own
recognizance. From scandal through intrigue
to consequence, so let our song be bled.

Sheila with Maggie and Patty


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