Poem of the Week, by Mike White

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  1. Oh, how I relate to this! When I’m using my twenties, I wandered down to the Santa Monica Pier at dusk. It appeared as if the people in a bar I passed were peering into viewing machines, watching some kind of movie. I was fascinated. I wonder what they were seeing. I wondered how much it cost and if I had to stand in line. I went closer, thinking I might pay to see them too, until I stopped and realized no, no they were filming a movie in the bar! These were movie camera men, not bar patrons. I understand how you had to blink and then blink again to see reality.

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