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The Kiss You’ve gone off to work
O up at me
from the wastebasket
a Kleenex of my own,
neither brightly marked
with such syllabic fun,
mine balled up, a purge
beside your lovely vowel.
Roger Pfingston
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| Roger Pfingston is a retired teacher of English and photography. He has new work coming out in the Louisville Review, Southern Indiana Review, Poetry Midwest, Red River Review, Hummingbird, and Pudding House Magazine. A chapbook, Singing to the Garden, will be published next year by Parallel Press at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. | ||||||||
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