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Coffee

November 29, 2022
By Anonymous

Bullets fired as words pierce the walls between our rooms.

Red flames whirl our heads as we brawl about everything.

“Want coffee?” I nod. Mom drives, leaving to fog our memory with espresso.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo.


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