Eating Poetry

My Cigarette Burns Are Angel-Shaped

gunfire turns into dirty talk
baby eats his cereal with Bourbon
and smokes tobacco wrapped in newspaper

dirty talk turns into gunfire
I eat my cereal with teardrops
and smoke tobacco wrapped in barbed wire

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