Heat Pressed
A Haiku
Photo from the author. In Line for the train last winter.
My puffer and yours,
stuffed into the metal car,
The train home, sweating.
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Cassie and Johnny
Iโm the kind of dame you notice. Iโm no femme fatale, but you canโt ignore me, at least not until I warn you about whatโs coming, then everybody ignores me. Hell, they usually blame me afterwards and give Johnny all the credit for saving the day, but my Johnny couldnโt save a seat at the movies without my help. Sure, heโs brawny, but brainy? Not so much. Like that time I asked him to spot me five bucks, and he said he didnโt see it anywhere on me, and believe you me, he looked but good.
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Critique
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Congratulations!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! ๐๐๐๐๐๐
Congrats Kera!!
Definitely been there. love it!
oh, it's hard to write a visceral subway poem. Well done and congratulations!
This feels like New York City as well. Magic and reality mixed together.
That's neat! Great imagry