The Mistress
<p>For fifteen years<br />
I served cocaine, my mistress<br />
with voodoo in her eyes.<br />
She sang with the voice of a ghost,<br />
conjured the spirit of my departed sister,<br />
chanting incantations of numb acceptance.</p>
<p>Demanding all of me,<br />
she stole the moonlight from my wife’s eyes.<br />
My children ceased to feel<br />
the grandeur of the world,<br />
and God turned his face away from me.</p>
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