On a Roll Deli (9W) Day 10 NAMOPO
Some days I look through
my notebooks for poems and there
aren't any. Yes there are words.
There are always words. But not poems.
A good title: All That's Left,
and maybe names of beauty shops (I've
been collecting them for years: Curl Up
and Dye still the favorite) but there are
no poems. Not yet.