• Gary Hunter

Back Then - March 20, 2021

critiquing poetry

was like a bread and water

evening alone in my room

creating an eraser-weary four pages

of pronoun shuffle and word grab


now

it’s a grilled cheese

and tomato soup lunch

at a café table

of eat-n-run friends

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