Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland
Fighting the Power since January 20, 2017
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
poem of the day 06.06.12
nowhere
tonight
i’m crying
and the wine bottles
are stacked on the floor
like bowling pins
because
you are nowhere
to be
found.
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