forensicsA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
evidence, lip smear, the collar hot the damage done the perfume isn't hers but now she sees his
cologne is stale
the scent of love gone
bad wild oats are sown into
a leather jacket that has hung upon
another's chair and he's three sheets to
the wind none of which she
launders the next morning
the case is closed as is her door, and the lipstick stains are his to shout out but she will turn a deaf
ear.
erin-cilberto 12/01/16 © 2016 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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9 Reviews Added on December 3, 2016 Last Updated on December 3, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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