Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

 

A tape recorder. Cellophane wrapped.
Copper flavored candy.
Records played live. Carbon paper. Keyless typewriters.
The hookah. The tang of citrus.
Endless scrolls of handwritten sprawl.
Unused journals. 90s fashion statements. Lip sync videos.
Strange fruit. Strange fruit. Strange adolescent fruit hanging from
Childhood branches.
A cellphone rings. A parent cries out.

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