Kim Suttell Too Soon Oh, tulip, I could just about get used to you and then you go, petal by petal. Kim Suttell writes poems of the unremunerative kind, lives in New York City, and is under the complete sway of her rescue dog. Her poems live at page48.weebly.com.
Read MoreKim Suttell You’re here like a vending machine out of a blizzard, an incandescent chrome shimmer, a delirium in an Iowan airport at 11:40 p.m. stocked with bagged apple slices, unsalted nuts, cheese-and-organic-wheat-cracker sandwiches, with clean, small bills, not an idling private jet but good coffee, and a full battery enough to save me. Kim […]
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