East And West

Poem By Emily Darwin Mittelmark

I felt, in my shoulder, the moment during which she let her answering machine pick up, and I wondered about how well this tee shirt's previous owner had cut the neckline (forming that curl) (the extension was number 42) and then I felt my shoulder and arm and neck and chest all realize their own serene surroundings there, on the corner of 34th and Broadway, on a nice day - the real beginning of the much talked-about spring '09.

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