Monday, January 3, 2022

sunday morning blues By Keith Pearson


grandma
wearing some man’s
slippers
and a worn brown
housecoat
ash hanging from
a Pall Mall cigarette
singing along with
Nina Simone
“my baby only loves me.”


Keith Pearson
I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.


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