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Triadelphia, WV, poem by Jay Sizemore
The hotel room seems damp— cold as the West Virginia sky, a certain kind of humidity left behind in the empty space that light can never fill and that only the nostrils can interpret as moisture in the atmosphere of green carpet and comforters. … Continue reading