Poem: Mirroring
some days it seems like nothing goes right. you put on your favourite album – it’s scratched beyond belief: it won’t play. you pick your favourite line – designed to sound like Bukowski: some days it seems like there’s a rock in every snowball. you put your next favourite album on – it plays! it plays! you practice writing some more Bukowski poems.
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