Impromptu
in retirement
i'll become an
Emily Dickens not
meaning transexually
but cloistered
in a room
almost an attic
addicted
to spilling my brains
on paper in
scattered scribbles
with some
parmesan reggiano
under the
bell jar
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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