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Original poems and found images.
~by Mia Sara
Next To Nothing
The morning after the memorial,
up too early, I slipped out for a coffee
wishing I was the type
who could stay where I’m put,
in my bed of roses, with a husband
who isn’t dead. Continue reading
Original poems and found images
~by Mia Sara
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Buyers Remorse
I ordered it, this stark white box.
I called it, and so it came.
Over seas, through air, shuttled
up hill in the back of a van.
I could say it’s a bag of onions,
or a small haunch of veal,
maybe even a thanksgiving turkey,
but, I know better. Continue reading