The Queen Speaks
It is 9:00 on Saturday night
in The Queen City.
My roommate wants to sleep
and insists that I turn out the light.
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It is 9:43 on Saturday night
in The Queen City.
I am typing a poem
in the dark.
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My gut reaction was laughter. But there’s more nuance than that in such a tight poem. Great work.
We’ve all had roommates like that. Keep writing, light or no.
Aren’t we all just typing poems in the dark?