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
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
Shannon Tate Jonas Poetry 