Sometimes The Subatomic World Tells Me Things Poem by John W. McEwers

Sometimes The Subatomic World Tells Me Things



Sometimes when I drink a soda I can feel the tiny microscopic bubbles going down my esophogus and I feel like a factory with a whole lot of little workers making parts in me that don't belong.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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