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07 July 2021 Wednesday Prose Poem: misanthropology

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I used to be married to an electric wire — coming out my left leg but you couldn’t see it — it always found an outlet, lived for the shocking running up and down constant game — even in field middle — or down at Lake Minnewasta — people on

sand gasp I drag limped to waterside — still shocking and water water…something about — you’re not…




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J.D. Harms

J.D. Harms

Former hairstylist, perpetual philosophy student, swallowed by poetry, writing, ideas

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