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Diner

by Jane Ozkowski

The hospital waiting room

was also a diner. I drank

a chocolate milkshake with another man

while you turned the floor red.

Flowers bloomed from your blood.

You picked them for me,

but I forgot them on the counter.

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Friday 16th May 2014 1:54 am

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