Christopher Mayer – Dirty Jacket
Christopher Mayer Dirty Jacket The heater hums because it’s cold outside. A fist clenches like it’s cold outside. Streets wet with gasoline, I step over …
"Poetry begins and ends with a rhyme." (D. Rudoy)
Christopher Mayer Dirty Jacket The heater hums because it’s cold outside. A fist clenches like it’s cold outside. Streets wet with gasoline, I step over …
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