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APOSTROPHE AT THE WHATELY DINER, poem by Joshua Michael Stewart
The waitress has a hummingbird tattoo behind her ear. She sings Volare, over the clanking and clatter. I sit in a booth next to a window. I let the sun warm my hands as I wait for my soup and bread. This morning … Continue reading
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