my stomach rumbled,
not by what i ate,
not by what i did not eat -
50 cents for carbonation
without the cure of a beer,
the sugar slipped good though.
clapping my hands
at myself
for no good reason,
but that i have lived:
in the mirror
i saw imperfection.
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Mark,
I love this poem. I just tried to write a comment and it deleted. shit. so, i was saying that it depicts a stark illustration of happiness juxtaposed with complaceny. love the last line.
Maureen
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