C. C. R U S S E L L
So Now We Turn to the Next Section.
And you are on the hood of your car
in my driveway crying,
saying you don't think
you can ever trust
me again.
I am sick,
trying not to throw up
or think
of the future
blemished already
to a
third degree
burn.
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