Alaska is as Mean as a Mothergoose
Your voice is like
My alarm clock on a Saturday morning,
a heart monitor, steady and even.
Candy canes and cigarettes,
a dying coyote.
The creaks in the floor when
a fifteen year old sneaks
out of her parent’s house,
innocence that has come and gone.
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