Out of Sorts
10 April 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
poetry
I have a zebra in my neck
going the wrong way against
his stripes, like Venetian blinds
caught in the throat
of a late afternoon hotel room.
10 April 2008
Vol. 8, No. 1
poetry
I have a zebra in my neck
going the wrong way against
his stripes, like Venetian blinds
caught in the throat
of a late afternoon hotel room.
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