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Early poem

Submitted: May 22, 2018

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GUEST

By A. Guinevere Kern

Copyright January, 1987

 

There's a spare room in the back

Of my melancholy heart

Where his memory sleeps,

When he comes a visitin',

Muddy boots scrapin', man-stink

Scent of tobacco, dirt, booze, sex.

Oh, I keep that room spare, I

Stripped it nearly bare,

Thinnest of blankets, and a mattress chill.

Pray he won't stay long.

But he will, he will.


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