Marsha
the story of Marsha never told
as what to hold of a soul of a trans
found in the hudson river floating the flotsam of scum
She was a bright star in my world
dressed in sparkled to hoover a dammed six feet tall
and more in stiletto
she just disappeared one night
living a life of hardship
waiting for the love boat of rescue
but in my dreams she lives
as not one to judge the choice
of roads taken she just asked to entertain
I hardly knew her but we shared many laughs
and will pass a twenty in her hand
for the next smoke of crack and the deluge
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