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Lodging
In the off-season, we stay
four days at a lesbian-owned cove
of tiny cabins, keeping out
of the rain on our wooden stoop
with Corona Light and lime
from the general store where the lady
behind the register is unfriendly
as she cards me. We laugh
all week, repeating “I.D.?”
over and over in her high-pitched voice.

Amanda! I got the Teeny Tinies and they are wonderful. Thank you. My husband swiped one. He's not big on poetry, but apparently he's big on Teeny Tiny poetry!
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