poetry. if some say "ask to read" it's because they are going in my manuscript for grad school and I don't want them to think I copied them from the internet :-)
Thursday, April 5, 2012
a way out
he claims they were forgotten there. tangled carelessly underneath the rock in the river. the ugly children found them with their nets, mindlessly removing cigarette butts and used diapers for class credit. the young one discovered the pile: golden pocket watches, unmarked bags of different powders, a handgun and jewelry. expensive jewelry. he turned to his wife and she slapped him, got into his car and drove away. that was plan B.
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