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Archive for May 17th, 2011

Work Politics

By Sarah Chapman

He had a cold coming, and he sneezed
all over my coat. I watched his eyes
scrunch up, his glasses made them big
as whale’s / his suit jacket crunched, if
she was here she’d tell him she hates
touching him / with the dim bright light
between us I look down.

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