January 2006 /Volume Seven / Issue One
Nicole Henares
Dead Love and Rain

After he emails
Iím out and off parole
   itís good to be free

I take a walk through Chinatown
His wife calls my cellphone
booms death rattles of an 8 year love
Donít ask me about that asshole,
I canít love him anymore
he hits hard when his walls go up

On the streets umbrellas
are bouquets of bumping petals
the lights of shop windows
       like tassel hues
           rain red lacquer
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