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27 people in motion

the mood is trudging into dimly-lit rooms,
making white carpet look blotchy yellow,
and my stomach achey.

did life ever get boring?
she muttered with smoke breath
in your old, orange german car with no radio.

an unshaven face with hotel room waiting,
would answer with a tone that was low and flat,
but disguised with a tilt of the head, frequent highs in the voice,
and an answer making no sense.

no. life is never more than i work too much,
and not enough roaring nonsense,
three hours late after you called.
i hated to break it to him.

i'm trying to remember the numbers i promised to dial this
sunday.
they reminded me of the multitudes,
and found me expressionless at this sloppy piece of poor art
sitting next to me.


Jennie Metzger

This poem is appearing in the Poetry Journal
Premiere Generation Ink. Volume 1 Number 1

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