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NEW STUFF Poems 2020
Georgia stole the drugs in the glovebox
and traded them for passage. I don't
remember Texas. I barely remember
you.
Georgia stole the drugs in the glovebox
and traded them for passage. I don't
remember Texas. I barely remember
you.
I like this kind of poem,
I like this kind of poem, succint and brief, and yet implying a huge, perhaps even complex, backstory. It is so coincidental that you have posted this, as I was searching for an example just like this . . . and here I have one, from one of the finest of postpoems' poets. Thanks muchly!
J-Called