I. Nights Alone with Frank

The First Night Alone with Frank

 

he left his boots to dry on the tin roof, the laces loose

 

there was a machete on the cutting block in the kitchen

& a black & white photograph of a finger with a painted nail

 

the blade smelled like rose water

 

 

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