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Peter Joseph Gloviczki

Packed Up

Tomorrow, I am moving. My desk, once white, is now covered in books.

Most are collections of poetry: Li-Young Lee, Eliot Wilson, a recent copy of The Paris Review. Under those three, I've got two empty folders. I emptied them this morning. Each is a different shade of blue.

evening snow
not sure
what day it is