Late in the month you bore about
doing something else with money. A magnet’s song,
I’d go on a weeknight in a small city with friends,
uncertain of the clapboard light, or who would
come.
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December 11, 2018
Cresting the fence, each leaf
sharply particular, edgy, nearly
identical to its kin.
sharply particular, edgy, nearly
identical to its kin.
by Peter Orner
December 4, 2018
I read somewhere that we brood when we’re alone, we act when we’re together. As in act in a play. But she wasn’t acting, at least she didn’t know she was acting. Or maybe she was a far better actor than he was.
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