The lines on the highway, the horizon,
both sides of a debate. The flash of yellow in
rear view. Deer's guts splayed on the white.
Please discard your personal life here.
Teddy bear wears a Yankees T-shirt,
his feet are up the air. The trees are
bottom heavy. It is hard to be
creative on demand.
My food network is gone, fuzzy.
The cat is snoring. Where's my
bloody mary? There's nothing
quite like a woman in love.
—this poem is forthcoming on my personal blog
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