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Submission 2
Submission 2
Quinn Shapiro
so do I.
Funny,
anymore.
lying by my side
sickens me,
a reminder
laughs at me,
a spit
in the face
from God.
I stare into it
I am
to seduce me.
THE WOMAN OF MANY HATS
Quinn Shapiro
of wispy hair
Her arms,
a cornucopia,
laptop,
baby, a bottle.
the echoing,
like a mask,
a tightrope act.
Quinn Shapiro
the doorstep
to my palace of clouds.
longing
for a victim.
sits an oasis
Quinn Shapiro
Loons coo
Largemouth bass
Cranberry bushes,
ends.
THE PILL
Quinn Shapiro
The pill,
no larger
than an ant,
pretends to
And,
of his mother.