Afterglow: Two Poem by John W. McEwers

Afterglow: Two



You kick the sheets down angrily,
ripping them to the floor at the foot
of the bed, exposing us both
My chest barrels up and down
in the low light of the room
and you ask
for a cigarette

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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