Brinson St. Poem by Taylor Jones
Brinson St.
Whoever really knows
what goes
on
after class.
she drove to her (boy) friend's house
down on the end
where they'd lay on the bed
not touching.
later on, in a bathroom stall
he called it quits
stopping in fits and spurts and
it's been another long day
down on Brinson St.
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