• Gary Hunter

Cream of Rice - May 5, 2022

hovering over

the hot cereal

steam licks my glasses


the article’s depressing

words retreat

through a squint of mist


when it clears

an ant skitters

across the print


but I only

blow him

off the paper


today’s news is so bad

I don’t need another

death crossing my mind

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