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More in Old Poetry from DMV

Love and the stomach flu

The sun comes up
Slow to wake
On this day of rest
The pungent odour
Of regurgitated dinner
And a pile of soiled linen
In the hall
Next to the love
That makes the smell
Bearable.

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