Carthaginians
Sing salute to
a slovenly salt-slinging sister
that soft spiteful tongue
pokes out at you still
Rumen choked turgid
on past indiscretions
cheek hairs stiff bristling
life’s bitter pill
why censor the teardrops
shame’s a tattoo
dying by inches
too little to do.
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