Samuel Wharton

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Guinness draught you drink straight from the bottle. Nifty little thing. The lease on St. James Gate was 9000 years. True. I’m sitting in a chair staring at Lake Michigan through dirty windows. The poems that make up this collection were “very close” to being published in such journals as The Pedestal, With+stand, 42opus, Coconut, Parcel, Absent, & Unpleasant Event Schedule (before it ceased publication). True. I’m a little drunk & about to cook dinner. If you’re reading this, then this poem has been published somewhere, & this is where it belongs. & this is where you belong. Personally, I only be long when I’m a sexy pirate.

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