the monk
. . . all his legacy
in an empty bowl
used book shop
we judge every book
by its cover
the monk
. . . all his legacy
in an empty bowl
used book shop
we judge every book
by its cover
4 am rerun
knowing the end
before it ends
4 am
keeping bad dreams
at bay
4 am
our witch-cat appears
by her bowl
all knotted up worry beads
long DMV line
I flirt
with No. F14
over dinner
a friend admits
to an affair
breaking apart
a breadstick
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