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The Dirty Work
The Dirty Work Dad dug a hole behind the barn, loaded his 12 gauge with shells to shoot a half a dozen cats. If I understood correctly, they had overrun the farm. Jesus didn’t die on the cross for every…
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My Husband, the Mobster
My Husband, the Mobster I’m dressed up like a slut, four inch high heels, high cut gown to hide my hairy chest. A Marilyn mole on my cheek. I take a hit of Acapulco gold, and gaze in the glass…
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A Sparrow In the House
A Sparrow In the House I’m dozing in front of the tube. Then you arrive, like an omen, like a spook, swooping from room to room, landing in my potted tree — in leaves you recognize and try to hide…
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You Hear a Fly Fart When You Die
You Hear a Fly Fart When You Die Your first thought when You feel your heart on fire is to Shove a Flick into the VCR. Anything but This. The dying part. You don’t Think about it, don’t give It…
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Cutting Off My Inner Woman
Cutting Off My Inner Woman My inner woman came out of the closet dressed to kill, wearing a low cut blouse, hot to play poker, or happy to watch — everything I thought I wanted. We found our stride at…
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