Saturday, April 16, 2016

how this poem works

This is how the poems are born these days
in between two tasks: 
either burn the bread or sacrifice the end of lines 
or shift to hurriedly scribble it out in between the bar counter
and the sleep induced by too many hours of wakefulness
in an instant it can be received 
a word stuck between you and me, reader.  

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