studying bare walls

Editor back-issues, poetry

His shrinking humiliation blistered in the sun. You raise your nose at him but I’ve seen you, I’ve seen you digging trough the dumpsters, hissing at spectators as they laugh at your misfortune. Lean in close and listen to the clicking of the kitchen clock. Maddening, isn’t it? All of your mental calculations are letting you down, aren’t they? These…

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