readwritepoem prompt

I Am Five

This is my first memory

Student Union

 
Around the room, large as gymnasium,
couches lie scattered like children’s toys,
covered in student bodies, blue-gold brocade.
 

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I'm at My Wit's End

for in brown, tufted chair

front corner of comfy coffee shop

my lover sits legs entwined

caressing mug of hot chai

 

nutmeg, cinnamon

drop through foam

Burnout

Paleontologist

Nonsense

on the M38L route, west along Geary

the bus carries the smell of grease and

fried chicken along with its passengers

I smell soiled diapers, but there are

Cherries for Hamburgers

you stand behind dirty counter

Self-realization

nothing like naked photos to

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