A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Saturday, April 2, 2016


She ran here, you can tell by
the way she wheezes, does what
she pleases "for she once was
a true love of mine" : I was
at this stop late last night, too.
She taught me I shouldn't hedge.
Fortunes told, fortunes denied.

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