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22 March 2009 @ 10:14 pm
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Experimenting with Karma

I stole a pint glass
from a pub in Delaware,
its body bowed to
the shape of my first
great indiscretion—a crime
so small and spineless—
and drove home puffed, sped,
was stopped, and robbed of one hundred
and sixty dollars.

Concrit welcome.