Darling, you like to play with fire.
To be drenched in gasoline is what you desire.
Late nights you never seem to tire
Cause darling, you like to play with fire,
And pretend your slipping life weren’t so dire,
So easily tempted by two pairs of speeding tire.
Category: poetry reading
Origami, Poetry by Alison Dizon
in your hands I was manipulated
wrapped around your fingers
you pulled on my corners
I was scared to be torn
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