Eight Ball
on a whim
I palm the magic
eight ball
ask: will I ever
get an agent?
the rush of hot hope
the tightening of desperation
makes my torso smaller
blue bubbled liquid
reveals the white
pyramid of magic
in the small
window of
the ball’s belly:
FOCUS & ASK AGAIN
VANESSA SHIELDS 
Beautiful! “The window of the ball’s belly.” Amazing writing. M
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Thank you, Mark! An email is coming your way…
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