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Three Line Lunch: Toward the Disrobed Heart
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 32
Toward the Disrobed Heart
My wife too believes in a poetry and art of the disrobed heart.
She’s told me I should write about our fights. Scare-itory territory.
So dear heart, here’s your start: Tonight my wife and I had a fight.
Hmm, I never write about fights — I mean fights w/ anyone except exes. It just has all sorts of serious "don't got there" flashing red lights for me. But I hear you on the fact that they make good content.
Hmm, I never write about fights — I mean fights w/ anyone except exes. It just has all sorts of serious "don't got there" flashing red lights for me. But I hear you on the fact that they make good content.
They do, but I think your instinct is absolutely correct on this. "Never again," I think might be a good motto for me on this front. Only so much I'm willing to screw around with for the sake of art.
They do, but I think your instinct is absolutely correct on this. "Never again," I think might be a good motto for me on this front. Only so much I'm willing to screw around with for the sake of art.