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Three Poems – Alyssa Cohorn

blank street sign


John, don’t you know 
what you’re doing? he 
looks at his pockets. do 
you see how this looks 
to me? he never does he 
really doesnt. John, are 
you even listening to 
me? the same couple on 
repeat, the spinning girl 
in a music box, ever 
moving and always 
saying the same thing, 
but I guess I always say 
the same thing too, you 
know? they fight, and I 
keep my head down, 
until one of them, John 
I guess, asks me for a 
dollar-fifty in quarters 
and I quietly oblige.

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