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On the front of the garage / above a wall that was a door / is a metal loop / screwed to crumbling melamine
On the front of the garage / above a wall that was a door / is a metal loop / screwed to crumbling melamine
Eight-hundred slender fingers / on a bound hand / gently kiss the contours / of the plane
Today’s poem is the first January River thing that’s been published elsewhere, which is really exciting! Check it out!
Butt cheek! / Butt cheek! / my daughter proclaims / to the world