DUNCE

There's a little boy in the corner of my brain with his nose against the wall.

Four big letters spell out down the front of his cone-shaped hat.

wph

VT

16 years old

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  • Poetry

    By wph

    Midwestern Night

    Midwestern night.

    There’s something out in the fields,

    Something banging on the roof.


     

    Fresh vomit in the toilet.

    The sink is running, so you can’t

    Hear your own heavy breathing.