"It's sixteen weeks," she says.
I shrug. "All I did was round up."
"But it's not five months." She laughs.
"It's so close, though."
"We go by weeks, not months."
"No, it's both! Months makes sense."
"Whatever...so, I was thinking about 'Fisher'..."
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
