{"id":1243,"date":"2011-10-04T02:10:02","date_gmt":"2011-10-04T02:10:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1243"},"modified":"2011-10-04T22:56:12","modified_gmt":"2011-10-04T22:56:12","slug":"stacey-madden-1011","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/stacey-madden-1011\/","title":{"rendered":"Stacey Madden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Sonnet for Charlotte as I Drink Alone<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Charlotte was her pseudonym &#8211; a name she<br \/>\nGave to sad men with wives or AIDS, eighty<br \/>\nYear-old virgins and perverts plagued with shame.<br \/>\nShe sat beside me in the dark, netted<br \/>\nIn black mesh, peach-scented and cheetah-blonde,<br \/>\nWith her East coast eyes and ex-lover&#8217;s smile.<br \/>\nIn another world she was an artist &#8211;<br \/>\nA painter of diced landscapes, shutterbug<br \/>\nWith a curiosity for dead birds.<br \/>\nHer lips grazed my ear and dismantled me:<br \/>\nBlind pheromones poisoned my leery brain<br \/>\nAnd I collapsed into delusive love.<br \/>\nI can smell her now &#8211; armpits, hot skin, hair<br \/>\nAll haunt me hard. 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