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Alice
Folkart
Any
Thursday Morning
I
wake up empty,
drained
by dreams.
Fill
the void with oatmeal
and
the news,
horrors
for my entertainment,
universal
pain for my edification,
catastrophe
with cream and sugar,
a
toasted slice of life.
Sometimes
I wish that I still smoked.
The
world deserves it.
17
February 2005, round I, poem 5
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Alice
Folkart lives in Los Angeles,
California. Her short story, The
Lie
will appear in
the March 2005 issue of Long Story
Short.
email: Alice Folkart
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