fifty
or more
batteries in my battery bag
that i keep under
the sink.
every size,
every type, every strange
shape.
and yet,
never can i find the right
one
when the remote
dies.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul 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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