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:
waking
after
making lattes inCoca-Cola nightclubs.
mixing:
photo developerwith orange juice
and dreaming of
Floridian abortions
and Chattanooga matrimony.my uncle
dieddoing:
nothing.
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