I ran to
a garrett-
eer, if he
had AC,
I would
take it,
freely —
‘Watch your
back,’ he
said, ‘&
your step’,
but we
pushed it
thru the
window
Poetry
I ran to
a garrett-
eer, if he
had AC,
I would
take it,
freely —
‘Watch your
back,’ he
said, ‘&
your step’,
but we
pushed it
thru the
window
I’ve been there. KB
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why don’t you stay & help
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What do you need?
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Maybe an x-ray or shrinkwrap?
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there’s something haunting about your poetry… i like it.
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also, yours
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