novicember
Saturday, November 5, 2011
aisle 9
rusty works at the grocery store
fetches the vodka for the bros
sweeps and mops
aligns rows of goods precisely
shakes without cigarettes
breathes heavily
rusty drives home in a van
cooks dinner for his daughter
rusty watches tv
sleeps little
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H. North West
11/5/11, 6:56 PM
this poem made my sad bone hurt
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feels
11/5/11, 9:50 PM
wish this was 10X longer
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this poem made my sad bone hurt
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