Wednesday, November 25, 2020

For E.D.

 

 

I’d as soon lay hold of Emily’s dash

and trifle

as I would lift my uncle Jeff Cash’s

favorite rifle

 

from out of the case where he keeps it

in his den

- under where the head of an 8 point buck sits

and scares men

 

and little girls who enter – I should know

who used to stare

back at the monster until I’d go

Beyond my fear.

 

From this I culled my fiercest dreams

- the dash from Emily

would be heavier and scarier than it seems

similarly.

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