Charles Malcolm

You - Poem by Charles Malcolm

I asked not
for these rotten feet.
Black boots and jeans
and thrift store chair.

These problems.
This life.

Fried beef and whiskey.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016

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