the anarchist divine

Posted: November 2, 2020 in Uncategorized
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aside
from the cats
fighting
outside his
bedroom window
he bitched
about his poetry,
the pollution
of cigarette butts,
hookers raising
prices on their goods
and how my body
felt like
 anarchy
in his coffee;
`I love you,` I said

-poem by Devlin De La Chapa

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