From Amy Shearn, Humorist
When the tattoos creep
Past the sleeve line to knuckles,
Time to quit retail.
My bike frame tangles
With yours on the curb outside
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
It remains so cold
In the space between my Vans
And footless leggings
In the dirty bar,
At midnight, we forgo Pabst.
Coke drifts like new snow.
....and loads more
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