POEM A DAY 2017
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Showing posts with label
tin
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Friday, January 13, 2017
To burrow
Is it dating
if you no longer go out
but burrow instead
inward
like the tin of Thanksgiving pie that collapsed
in our fridge three weeks ago.
We both thought nobody noticed.
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