Academic journal article Pennsylvania Literary Journal

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Academic journal article Pennsylvania Literary Journal

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I have no friends-I don't so much wake with this

as I do dream it. The heated wetness from fever,

the crude oil burning my lungs, and you reaching down there

friend, who is no longer my friend. Who cannot keep your hands

from getting ill, who cannot keep them off my broken body.

All this time I thought... All this time I thought...

And I don't wake with a finish, just the wet snow,

a radio traffic report. On Dr. Lay It On Me Bale's call in:.

Hon, don't know what to do cause everyone he flirtin'

and she trying to he a good Christian woman.

Even the preacher wants some of this. He's got

the good gospel choir slowjamming to her name.

And I wait to try to finish the all this time in the real day light

because I am not awake with loneliness. …

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