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little poem by matthew savoca

this is the hard part to keep track of and you're sitting in your room and you're wearing a red blanket and it's getting darker outside and you want it to be fully dark so you can lean out the window at the night and shake your fist because it feels good to do so and pretend that the neighbors are turning to their spouses and saying “hey, look at that guy he's mad at something�

Spudgun #1  

Magazine of poetry and art

Spudgun #1  

Magazine of poetry and art