Monday, August 30, 2010

memory of Sunday morning nostalgia for Georgia

note: this poem originally appeared one year ago today. depending on his or her needs and proclivities, the reader is encouraged to engage the text horizontally, vertically, or any combination thereof.

(any likeness to Tennessee is strictly coincidental.)


Sunday morning nostalgia for Georgia


feeling:
the ennui of
waking
after
making lattes in
Coca-Cola nightclubs.

mixing:
photo developer
with orange juice
and dreaming of
Floridian abortions
and Chattanooga matrimony.

my uncle
died
doing:
nothing.

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