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On waiting for an inconsiderate lover.
by Meghan HelmichI was a terrified goldfish in a thin plastic bag
at the fairgrounds last night.
While you were flipping upside down
for the third time and
sticking to the walls of the Gravitron,
I waited for some ten year old
to throw a ball into the cup
of tap water that had been sitting out
since morning construction.
I knew cotton-candied hands would lift me
and shake the cold out
eventually. 10/28/2011 Posted on 10/28/2011
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