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Issue 21, Poesía | October 2017


No Collar

at least we have a river to go to
everyone erupting at the same time

number the secrets you are keeping
set a place at the table for each

a wishbone left to get a little more brittle
shuffled deck with a dog-eared ace

this emerging spring, a gas station
would that a final draft meant anything more 

no news like a graveyard shift
and the minimum wage stayed put

what luck we have, keep it dry
the sweet gap left by a baby tooth

May Day coming brother swim to me
singing prison songs loud as a rail yard
No Collar