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published November 2009

Gregory Sherl presented these poems to his poetry workshop. Consensus: they lacked 'any sort of concrete images'. He apologizes for that. Gregory's poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in New York Quarterly, Gargoyle, Bryant Literary Review, Roanoke Review, Night Train, PANK, and elsewhere. He can be reached at jesuis.gregory@gmail.com.

11:20 AM (Brunch)

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I am a strip mall. It’s rain­ing. My strip mall has a court­yard. Come play in my wet court­yard. Hold hands in my wet court­yard. It takes two (baby) in my wet court­yard. I pre­fer pizza in the morning—cold, greasy, coagulated—call me & we’ll get brunch in my wet court­yard. I am a morn­ing that never ends. Slow the sound of wait­ing. I never take the high­way when it rains. Call me & we’ll take the high­way together, even if it rains, when it hails, when the wind­shield wipers break.