I was at the hospital.
It was a quarter past two.
I was waiting for my husband.
There was nothing to do.
Tag: poetry
Luftmenschen #2, Poetry by LJ Kessels
An empty forest, filled with spurs, steam coming from a gully and a
burning barge on the bayou. Cocaine lines on a cigar-tugging chest;
dirty feet on the plastic covered couch.
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