Hesitant half steps,
Ready to turn and rewind.
‘I could have done better.’ He thinks.
And looks at the folds on the crease of his shirt.
Three more interviews in the pipeline for today.
I wish I didn’t look so exhausted.
Category: poetry festival
Gasoline Tears, Poetry by Gina Walker III
She looked at him with anger
How could he impale her with his wit
You could have said that you hated me
As the black sun rose in the dead of winter
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