a total stranger one black day
knocked living the hell out of me--
who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was
-but now that fiend and i are such
immortal friends the other's each
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I drank some boiling water because I wanted to whistle.
by Lynda HullChet Baker, Amsterdam, 1988
A single spot slides the trumpet’s flare then stops
at that face, the extraordinary ruins thumb-marked
with the hollows of heroin, the rest chiaroscuroed.
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