Seven Poem by Michael Spinelli
Seven
Rating: ★5.0
I dreamt last night
of vomiting uncontrollably.
And I woke to get the call—
Michael, Dawn passed away. Call Jamie.
A second ago I was vomiting
I couldn’t stop.
And now I’m on the phone—
Michael, Dawn passed away. Call Jamie.
I don’t know where I am.
Michael
Where’s the bathroom door?
Dawn passed away.
I can’t.
Calling: Jamie Mobile.
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4/19/2024 9:28:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Deja Vu or coincidence? or other meaning because i can understand this piece with different taste...whatever it is nice to see the way u twisted the style...Unique!