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Jan 2013
Here, somewhere between
my coffee and your juice,
my potatoes and your eggs,
there are five,
maybe seven,
chairs that sketch a trail
to your strategically placed shoulders
that trace your back,
which is hunched
and faced toward me.
I didn’t know, then, that
These five to seven chairs would
More loudly
Say such magnanimous words.
Kristine Dyer
Written by
Kristine Dyer  Japan/Denver
(Japan/Denver)   
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