It is not in me,
simply isn’t, is not
with me, cannot
listless and sour
it is not in me,
I cannot.
Thank you for reading!
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
It is not in me,
simply isn’t, is not
with me, cannot
listless and sour
it is not in me,
I cannot.
Thank you for reading!