So, last night I went to see a friend of mine sing upstate in a church band. My friend, since she was going to be up on stage the whole time, introduced me to another friend of hers, so I wouldn’t be alone in the sanctuary. Her friend was lively and chatty and so very friendly. She handed me a scrap of paper torn out of what I assume was an old romance novel.
Here, she said. While we wait, let’s make erasure poems!
So, there I found myself, sitting in a church, making poems out of trashy romance pages. It was fun. I like my life. Here’s one.
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and he so fair.
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