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A Remorseless Elegy for a Heartless Bitch

First published in Twenty-Two Twenty-Eight, October 2024

Dying, the first thing you lose is your appetite.
Did they bring an hors d’oeuvres tray to tempt you?
Crackers with cream cheese? Pimento-centered olives?
A Manhattan on the rocks, no cherry?

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Elegy for My Father

An earlier version appeared in Twenty-Two Twenty-Eight, October 2024

You are fifteen years gone. My grief is almost old
Enough to drive a car. You loved a fast

Car with the white top down, chrome and cobalt,
Candy shine like a raspberry sucker.

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Word to the Wise

Published first in The Chained Muse, March 2024

If you stray between the corn rows, you’ll get
Lost. A baby near here died that way; her
Name was Gretel. Diaper dragging, she stepped
Past the sleeping dogs…

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Wisconsin

Published first in The Chained Muse, March 2024

Along a gravel road, there lay a farm,
A range of ground owned by my relatives.
Their kitchen overlooked the bottom field
Where hay grew silver-green around the barn
And horses stood in stalls by cows whose milk
Was sold. A diesel tractor pulled the plough…

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