You breathe fire for the audience,
a bravado thin as vellum.
Behind your fingers a tongue waits
it’s turn for celebrity asses and all
gather round to roll the black ball.
You breathe fire for the audience,
a bravado thin as vellum.
Behind your fingers a tongue waits
it’s turn for celebrity asses and all
gather round to roll the black ball.
Charlotte Hamrick 