January 19, 2018


Posted in: Poetry

He was a writer
His apartment was exactly how I pictured a writer’s place to be
Mugs of half-drank coffee on top of legal pads
The same kind of pen, strewn about
A toilet so dirty I felt compelled to clean it.

-Morgan Sverson

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