Mikel McCavana

Capitol

Snapping your gum
In the Capitol building
The senators screamed
When you let down your hair
Do you remember who kissed
The back of your neck
When you were on the train?
I know that I was not there.

Making love
Was a capital offense
He pulled on the laces of her dress
And wondered, where have all my morals gone?
My friends throwing up on the front lawn
I have become exactly what I have
Hated for so long.

Reappearing in the same old dream
Walking under broken trees, Washington DC
“Louisiana cannot hold a candle to me,”
She said,
“I am where the fire meets the sea.”



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