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In Praise Of Four-Letter Words
We yell shit / when the egg carton slips / and the ivory globes / splatter on blue tile. / And when someone leaves you / bruised as a dropped pear, you spit / that fucker, fucking bastard, motherfucker.
December 2004Poetry
Rooster
At the first crack / in dawn’s black eggshell, / my neighbor’s rooster crows / with a voice / like rusty tap water.
December 2004
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