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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
eating the last slice
i see the last
slice
of cake in the ice box.
it's past
midnight
and i can't sleep.
the open door
shines
a yellow light on my
legs,
my arms
and face.
i eat the cake.
please forgive me
in the morning.
it's just
cake.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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