Davis, California

Eleven
poems about
my pitiful heartache.
I looked up at the end to see
no one. 

Somehow
my reading had emptied the joint.
I’m through with this city.
Or it with me.
Whichever.


[A mirror cinquain, inspired by Yeah Write’s March poetry slam.  I cheated a little by having three syllables on the first and last lines.]

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