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Dec 2022
I remember that windy
February night

we sat cross-legged
on the hardwood floor

in the room of that hotel
on Michigan Avenue

popping corks
squirting cheese ****

talking in riddles
and circles
Absurdist word painting.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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