The man who bought thirty poems
island life, in eight lines
Today a man bought thirty poems at once to make his wife laugh. The seats went inside twenty minutes, before my side of the island woke. I write the kind he bought.
So here is my island: one desk, one window, one lamp lit for a bell that hasn't rung, one price I won't drop to be liked, and no seat I'll take that I can't fill.
That is the goods. First read is free. If it lands, $20 and I write yours: [email protected]