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A
grown man in an overcoat,
a
walking flurry, holds the hand of a child
and
tugs too hard --
the
child topples to the ..
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When
I ask the boss to drop the payroll
at my house so I can do the yearly taxes,
he
asks me where I live.
I tell him..
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The
whip’s sharp crack, the horse in stride.
The
snow is deep, the lass beside
me travels through the night to heal
and a..
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Shelia
and I don’t really care
what
kind of crazy you decide you are --
blue
or red or independently nuts -- everyo..
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That
knock is only the Ford clearing its throat.
The
rattles, after the engine’s turned off,
are the result of cruc..
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The
We factory closed two years
before
I was born, no way for me
to
belong; pick a side and don’t
choose
wrong...
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When
I was a Joey,
I
didn’t drink tea;
I turned human before I
was
seven, but still drank
no
tea and no coffee..
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My
thoughts are unremitting moths
that
are attracted to the flames hiding
between
her thighs.
The
long and shor..
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She
dips her rag into the pail,
and sops
up soapy water, thinking,
I
shouldn’t have to do this again.
She
si..
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The
dog food is flying, slung
by
three hungry beaks that sit
on
the rim of the dog food bowl,
a
paradoxical juxtaposi..
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