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Poem: Apology

The plastic bag from CVS Lay upon the genteel crest. A solemn sign — life in decay. Around here we don’t live that way. But in the bag was a receipt For Ex-Lax and something by “Fleet.” Seems local men are bothered more By constipation than by...

Poem: Old Man Jack in the Glass House

“Old Man Jack in the Glass House” He showed up one morning when We were still moving in to The house that would be our only child. He let himself in through the Rickety doorway in the Two-car garage full of ghosts. He stood in the kitchen with His soft...