I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.
When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.
Winter 2009 issue of Concise Delight
A Room of My Own: The Longest Yet the Shortest Night
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*Trump Empire, Inc.*, III:
*once upon a time*
*Rome was a Republic ...*
my teacher laments
gazing at the White House
in the gathering dark
*the dumb, no,*
...
