My First Published Poem

From Copperfield's Literary Magazine, about twenty years ago Eskimo Pie Lick. Sliding along the slippery chocolate Surface with the moisture drops. Getting cold, getting nothing. Crack. Breaking through the black coating To the white sweetness beneath. Taking all the coat off, taking my time. Drip. Learning to live with sticky fingers, Wiping dribbles with my…

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