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Bob Wayne

poet, writer, memoirist

Poetry

Cakes

by | Aug 25, 2023 | Poetry | 0 comments

 

I could have stared at the waitresses legs
all night. Fingers slicksticky
with butter and syrup.

Fork and knife walked endlessly…
Taint of silver in my mouth.

 

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