Today (shortlisted)
The Queen of Coney Island on a bike, sea breezes, Swollen eyes, no shadows, advil, Shalom toys on a box, a huge sandwich from the deli, Aleve, the shore hotel down, two iced teas, reflection in a broken mirror from years gone by, An interview, skee-ball, Lavender telepathy,
That can’t be her real name.
Tuesday poem #653 : Chris Johnson : screaming kids
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