poetry and prose by stephen chute
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
slide over
the earth has shrunk.
no where
can't be reached with the right
ticket punched.
we are closer
to one another more
than we've ever been,
strangers
are now friends.
enemies
are closer.
something has to give.
slide over,
you're sweating, i can't
sleep skin
to skin.
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