The Food Court
in the maze of food
she searches for hamburgers
when she feels thick as a brick
it clears her minds fried debris
There's no room to fill...
by Micah Zevin 2010
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This is a one man dog and pony show my friends. I hold the strings in my hand even if they are tangled strings they are my puppets, or so I think. This is my space to explore absurdly serious realities and you are free to respond and send me your good or bad cheer but your reactions are welcome in the maelstrom of beauty that is poetry...Hi ho!
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