Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

11 December 2011

The Room

You take the soonest bus.
More cigarettes.
The modern nuclear family has somehow lost a key member.
No one is in.
Go to bed.
Wait.
Wait...
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