Mike Bell/ August 4, 2017/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments
I stood outside the cabinet and Chi Chi was still looking through dark glass eyes, as she gorged on bamboo, in her reduced diorama, another box – a confined story for us visitors to feed upon.
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