she raised a manicured finger towards, her phone vibrating across the desk, grabbed it and said ‘hello’ i was trapped in her small office working on the small machine ‘i don’t give a fuck what miracle the doctor performed, explain to ne exactly what DNR means’ i grab my tools and nake fir the door, […]
the post office was empty as i trundled my armful of yellow mailers filled with books the lady at the counter smiled announced to her co-workers that this the poet she was talking about i felt my face burning above my mask near enough to steam the condensation in my mustache i had been in […]
our eyes met for a moment at the stop light i smiled she smiled then we both stared awkwardly forward waiting for light to turn green i was just watching the sparrow dart but she didn’t know that
she stood with a smirk that read danger and gleam in her eyes that said it was too late so you’re the poet i nodded unsure of her intent do you write to get women i shook my head as confusion settled in she was lovely a petite lady with eyes of fire and lips […]
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