Dreams We Tried to Tell You
There are human statues in the woods in baby powdered bodies. The woman opens her eyes: two men fighting with swords. We’re sharing popcorn, watching the soundless night clash like a black and white macabre. Her moon painted braid is cracking and flaking. Or is it dust from the high beams? We’re bored, so she [...]
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2 Poems
Tis a Mean and Dirty Little Town Nana says of Louisville, Kentucky, home of the sorghum molasses and melted butter on cornbread, the barefoot kids running down the hill: Say, who do you belong to? No one The brick reds, the blue tune Poppy played on guitar in the folding chair, The Fox, his favorite: [...]
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