They picked a little town called Asheville, North Carolina That is “urbane without being urban.” She bartends at a place they own, He has long, lustrous brown hair That waves with liplike synergy. Almost inspiring, she Patrols the bar, Policing malaise and Extinguishing it, repeating Stories that are hers to wear, In a profession … Continue reading “11:03 am”
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