Where am I?

lightening butter
lightening butter

I walked bleached pavement
the pidgeon bus xooed

on my way (back)
to the white sage bushes

where my fingers carry on
like brave soldiers
and my right key doesn’t work

wondering why I eat so much
in Rome
I saw our faces
kissing open-mouthed
in the marble veins on the wall.

My blood is like wine
perhaps this is how drunk
jesus feels

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