Michael Kriesel

Egos Anonymous

I’m not alone in avoiding myself.

Each week we meet in a swimming pool

high in the Hollywood Hills,

sapphire rectangle stuffed to the gills

with lopsided overachievers like octopi,

each boasting one monstrous tentacle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 97
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