Without a Poem to Write

I’m filled with stale beer

Photo by Alex Knight on Unsplash

It is a summer day — way too hot
to stay in the house,
but the poetic muse is closed
and my imagination can’t afford to keep open

And so I wait in a long line
holding a non-existent number,
expecting to collect a prize —
but the lady says I’m not eligible

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