This is a short poem about throwing up.


Rest Stop

Short, sharp, shocked.
I dyed my hair yellow again.
Not much choice.
Running out of choices.
Free form verse.
You verses me.
Down in the Columbia Gorge.
Among the shadows and sunlight.
Vomit at a rest stop.
Roman vomitarium.

© 2006 Anne Westlund




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 22:27

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Amanda K
lol was fun to read.
2006-10-31