![]() a crowd of oneA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoa crowd of one crooked springs the bed wore thin embrace couldn't hold it up to specs a comfort no more too much space the sheet written upon with lonely pen a body writhes in singular pain the couch calls like a studio apartment maybe there, I can paint the model who only exists in my past. erin-cilberto 5/13/24 © 2024 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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15 Reviews Added on May 14, 2024 Last Updated on May 14, 2024 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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