CHAT NOIRA Poem by VolCHAT NOIR
This
chair is a little voice, the bells hanging from the door, and the girl in the black dress ordering something at the counter. From
the Chat Noir tattoo on her arm, She
eyed the empty table to my left her
gaze when she sat down.
It her
left eye and dropped to her drink. and
fell into a green eyed well.
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1 Review Added on April 25, 2023 Last Updated on April 25, 2023 AuthorVolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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