Poetry by Karin Drucker, Winter 2017
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the streets are
paved with ooooh
no what’s that white?
boom, blue nose
pit ballin’ –what’s
the diamond? mona
laugh like station
singing never
heard her there outside
the christian’s lot on
taylor only ever met
her shining skin puffy
hands hey honey
at the dahlia -- just
around the corner
where the pit cashmere
sings behind the splinter
door, #331.
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Karin has been a community organizer and service provider to homeless and low income people. She is a word geek and a cheerleader for incarcerated writers. http://bit.ly/2heqXyg
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