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Poem: 8 Seasons by Garser Dismuke

I used to feed you but that was back when we had hella meat and I used to talk to you on the balcony but in the winter we talked through the walls and during the summer you visited your dad’s house so we talked through the bus station but nothing was ever dull cause in the fall we walked to the candy store with earmuffs on and sweaters and you used to eat the pumpkin samples there to my disgust and in the winter we would repeat it all again until you moved to Kansas and the bus station stopped using phones. 8 seasons, those 8 seasons were something I can’t explain but only feel, and I know you felt them as well but I don’t have the funds to use the airport phones. The airport phones are too global for us so let's meet in the summer sometime and munch on ribs as we kiss through the barbecue sauce.


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