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American Sentence by Win Harms

Posted in Win Harms with tags , on February 4, 2014 by Scot
one or two at the most, three i’m on the table, four beneath the host


Posted in Win Harms with tags on June 19, 2013 by Scot

i watched your ancient father beat a man to death
while a dog had blood covered puppies
and a woman who was your wife
screamed at me for stealing cigarettes
i don’t want to but i have to quit you
knowing full well where this is headed
me crumpled on the floor like your armani shirt
and you on a plane remembering the taste
of a younger woman’s eagerness
just another night for you but for me
it’s another mistake
the kind that leaves me with a
black eye and a broken heart
no matter how often i’ve felt this
no matter how hardened i think i am
i always toss and turn and
drown in a thousand goodbyes