James Dickey Died Owing Me a Bar Tab
James Dickey died owing me a seventy dollar bar tab
I picked up for his vivid drunken self
and hammered protégés somewhere in
I forget where goddamn South Carolina.
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To Bitterness
They are eating each other. They are overfed. —Anne Sexton The doctor coolly asked me why I wasn’t getting any
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Tornado Alley
It’s a house-shaker, cellar-thumper, the sort that we are warned about, but not all of us have basements so we
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Her Sports Game
You make a girl want you, she said and pummeled my stomach like a boxer hammers a speedball, smacked my
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The Things That Mother Said
If venetian blinds hung crooked, or dishes lay piled in the sink, if empty shoes sat strewn around the floor,
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Cubs on Allatoona
We unrolled our bags around the gasping fire. My first camping trip, and the woods were anything but silent. I