just like the name says: / three lines of text / each and every day
five in the morning,
seven at night — the rasp of
bristles on concrete
Take your pick: this is either an ode to Sortelli’s Elf Only Inn or a commentary on the woman who lives downstairs that can be heard sweeping her porch at all hours of the night. Or maybe its both.
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Take your pick: this is either an ode to Sortelli’s Elf Only Inn or a commentary on the woman who lives downstairs that can be heard sweeping her porch at all hours of the night. Or maybe its both.