What we call “from the archives,” for Susan.

I had an entire book of comics about being a bank teller but I lost them in the flood. I do still have the “poetry corner in a bag” from our gig at the music store — haikus and various rhymes and such about coworkers. Our manager removed our wall of art and it was moved to a bag. A bag of poetry.

I want something called a Waffle Court. I don’t know what it is, but I want it.

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