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DARKER AMERICANA

Strip malls give way to strip clubs One hundred fifty miles grind Alongside mammoth motor homes The land is changing She is more voluptuous Her sins secreted While in dusty towns Proud old resentments Bolted to bricks shout “Get us out of the United Nations!” Greasy truck-stop trading posts Stand between bands of green Separating [...]

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NORMAL PEOPLE DRINK WARM MILK

Tonight smells like April Awake and coming hard against March spaces— Forward insistence falling Upon those wakeful and reaching, Touching the way to intersect Before and Not Yet; Navigating unseen language Barefoot, yes! Normal people stand in slippers To drink a glass of warm milk— Eat their days in tiny slices. – Kathleen Eull

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