“Keep writing poems, friend.”
I tell the woman facing me.
“You still have more to say.
Your story isn’t done.”
I stare, waiting expectantly,
but she says nothing further,
only staring back at me
in wide-eyed mockery.
August 12 – 19, 2026
“Keep writing poems, friend.”
I tell the woman facing me.
“You still have more to say.
Your story isn’t done.”
I stare, waiting expectantly,
but she says nothing further,
only staring back at me
in wide-eyed mockery.
August 12 – 19, 2026
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