Life Line by Terry Tierney One line is the life line, that much I know. When I squeeze my palm the stretched skin and calluses fold unevenly like creases in an old snapshot. A line of people waits outside Ideal Coffee staring at screens, headphones fixed, wrapping around the corner like knotted rope stretched … Continue reading National Poetry Month: Day 15
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