• Gary Hunter

Engaged to the Page - June 1, 2021

no one told me

a writer marries the paper

that wears no makeup

no lipstick

never does her hair

or colors her nails

or leaves the white bed

without wearing her white robe


and immediately after

birthing a poem

there she is pressing her

fat pale lips to my face again

with all the pent-up passion

of a fully-rested plain Jane

ready to conceive

once more

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