by: Claudia Ghaderpoor
Parisian rooftops are doused white with the
recessions of winter’s unwelcome descent.
High above, soot and steam cast misery
into a decaying sky; latching itself onto
aged foundations, stricken with poverty
and forsaken by time. Past the threshold,
the cold air nips and settles into the croaking
lungs of shallow men with sunken eyes
willing alcohol into deliverance.
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