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Three Line Lunch: Bleak LA #1

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 25

Bleak LA #1

Walking down 7th to Langer’s, looking down at iPhone, I see a butt crack.
Woman squats on sidewalk, a hiss, and urine hits concrete, trails toward gutter.
I pass as she stands and yanks up ratty black underpants with a defiant shrug.