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6 March 1989

‘Damn, brother. You saw what they did to my face? / Poked out my eyes. Knocked teeth out of place’.

‘He said are you a religious man do you kneel down / in forest groves and let yourself ask for help.’

‘She is, sharp as / an aftertaste of iron; and yet, at times, / dull.’

‘I swelter in the dusk / and chase the flies, abstractedly, / until I half forget them.’

‘Ever notice the change that comes over / your gentle wife the minute she sets / foot in a grocery store?’