the coffee panic
newspapers, whiskey,
empty Kools, empty
coolness. I found it
very hard to breathe.
The forked honey
paints sad faces on paper plates.
The clean laundry is old
enough to be dirty. I am old
enough to be old.
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Hi, Jim! I stalked you on Google to this page. I was with my friend at the AWP poetry slam and loved your pieces. I was in the second row, behind the judges, with the short dark hair. Anyway, I'll be looking out for your chapbook when it comes out. Good luck!
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