Comment on Notes from Inside a Black Hole by Adam Fisher

I can smell the flowers from here and the vortex tugs at me with a presumptuous familiarity.

Here’s a little poem that may be utterly off topic and yet lingers and beckons like fresia for me … published over the name “anonymous” in Stars and Stripes a million years ago:

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The baby is
As soft and sweet
As if she were
Legitimate.
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Easy does it.

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