spent the night
on the surface
of sleep
worrying about
my own
self interest
come the morning
hungry, ornery
horny, and angry
there was
nothing to do
but fight
maybe I’m not
cut out
for this
relationship thing
(D. James)
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disposable poetry 
I would like to invite you to participate in our internacional anthology. Your poetries are very interesting and they complete our sense of universal stile and a cultural trip by the literary form.
I hope that you acept aou project of literary inclusion