deep dark and beautiful

tales of a charm city chick

Springtime in Baltimore.

Power lines sway, neighbors greet,

Helen turns tricks in the sunshine,

a syringe rolls by my feet.

 

My lawn is an ashtray

and home to a stray weave.

The junkie next door beats his wife.

One word. Believe.

 

It’s printed in black and white–

as if things were that clear.

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