of Judy Garland,
in a certain
dim light,
no, not
the somewhere over
the rainbow
Judy,
with her little dog,
no, not that one.
but the older one who
lost her way.
the one holding a gin
and tonic
on stage,
smoking incessantly while
belting out
songs
from her golden age.
a swizzle stick of a woman
with a string
of bad nights
and long days
behind her.
as much as i wanted to,
i was clean out of saves.
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