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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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JUSITN HYDE
//bartender at suzie-Q's on thursday mornings// tells me she cooks mac and cheese once a month packs it up and drives to cherokee where she spoons it to her thirty-one year old son donald as an orderly stands by making sure she isn't bit. tells me she used to go down every week but her left knee is bone on bone. her soap comes back on. she stops mid sentence slides her glasses back down and takes a big sip of hawkeye vodka through a straw. i finish off my third bourbon wishing i had that clear-cut an excuse. //he called in sick// third day in a row ate a banana on the back deck in his underwear throwing the tennis ball to his dogs tied them to the gas meter in front of the animal shelter as the sun broke the plane drove out to the spillway forearms on the fence the spray was welcoming he climbed over it stood on the cement lip arms outstretched across the fence like a pair of shoulders he let go falling backwards balancing perfectly. Justin Hyde has had stuff published in Thieves Jargon, Zygote in my coffee, Cerebral Catalyst and other on-line and print publications. His blog is at http://fdostoev.blogspot.com |
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