Howard Firkin
for Valerie Marneffe
Black hearted girl, I miss you. Do you know?
I know. My skin has started turning black.
I’m burning, cinder hearted one. It’s slow.
It’s certain. It’s a sooty curtain. This:
your blank black kisses left me nothing, just
the taste of tar, lungs full of black coal dust.
I know. My skin has started turning black.
I’m burning, cinder hearted one. It’s slow.
It’s certain. It’s a sooty curtain. This:
your blank black kisses left me nothing, just
the taste of tar, lungs full of black coal dust.
