S. Kornfeld

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Poems: p-town-shack

P-Town
Here I am.
I thought I came to make money
Now I donít know.

But then, itís just one Friday 
Afternoon to evening
With rain on the side.

The June bug came in
Now wants out.
Battering her body against the screen.

Itís rustic here
This shack in the woods
Like summer camp
Where using the restroom
Is an adventure.