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Laurie Briar

Cinquain #1 (Stretch marks)

by Laurie Briar

Stretch marks.

Silver ripples

on a pearl pond, he says.

I don't need him to love them, but

it helps.

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Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:11 am

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Kemah Bob

by Laurie Briar

Kemah Bob

The chime-chirp glint in your talk

pep-drawling, through my grit-clogged Samsung speaker

like a wise blue hedgehog with salacious

pips and chings of playground secrets

makes my covid swab a shade less eye-popping.

My cobbled, shapeless day seem masterful.

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Tuesday 30th March 2021 10:07 am

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