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
- Gary Hunter
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