the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.

Twenty four hours of forty eight

Partying like a rock star from noon to one late

Now I’m kinda sorta in trouble cuz my brother can’t relay vivid directions

While I sit at my laptop making poetry corrections

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