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The Opposite of Bitter is Not You

The opposite of bitter is not you, A sweet taste in my mouth, And I spit it out, Musty and flavored like something kept in the attic. You approach me in emails, You approach me in texts, You approach me … Continue reading

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Sunday at Orphan Andy’s

8 am on a Sunday morning, We walk to Orphan Andy’s for eggs and toast, Down Market Street – the night still clinging to us, The violet wash of dawn shimmers over the dirty sidewalk, We are careful not to … Continue reading

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