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| ***BIO*** Erek Smith works as a hotel desk clerk in Oxford, AL. He has been published before in The Poetry Warrior, and upcoming in The Exuberant Ashtray, Lines Written W/ A Razor, and The Thin Edge Of Staring. He blogs at ereksmith.blogspot.com. |
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| Somewhere, A Future Poet Sleeps |
| by Erek Smith |
| She wore
high-heeled boots and a tight leather miniskirt that showed off her big ass and a sleeveless low-cut shirt that showed enough cleavage to cause the mass suicide of a ship full of sailors. She came in the hotel on the arm of some famous rapper. They got on the elevator. The rapper turned to her and said "You are twenty-one aren't you?" She said "Twenty-one? Shoot, I'm twenty-eight. I've got a nine-year-old at home right now." |
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| April 2009 |
| 116 |