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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Sarah Russell


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I'm In A Taxi At The End Of The World

. . . meter running, searching for that place
I saw once when you loved me. The night
is an egg—thick, with a broken moon.
Since you've gone, I rack up days
like billiard balls, scatter them
to the corners of time, looking
for a pocket—any warm pocket.