Ok, now that I’ve rejoined the modern age, a question:
Lazy fog bank stretches north, slow:
views out the window from my neighbor’s cube.
Terrible thought plaguing me-
why assault mom, Batman?
Tags: post-it, poetry, Batman, writing, fog, san francisco, cubicle, work
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