"The world is in the glovebox,"
I postulate to my peer
His eyes were wide and bright
Expecting something wise
"Scratch that," I said
The glovebox is full of Starbucks napkins.
-Peter Brown 2013
"I murdered something beautiful!"
I shouted down the hall
The placid gaze from wife and child
Proved that they were confused
I killed a moth with pretty wings
I smashed it on the wall
It was only
Tuesday, 15 October 2013
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