Keith R Wilson

Epiphanies From the Epiphany Café

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I loosen a silent fart,
Boldly birthing a bursting baby bubble.
They side glance shyly, shift their seats, scared they’re suspect,
Noses crinkle.
Will they assess escape, or trust dissipation?

So, it’s true,
I am real.

Epiphanies From the Epiphany Café are poems abstracted from the author’s novel, Who Killed…

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