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Ed Baker, US
 

 

 

 

Neighbor

 

Letters

 

What beside letter
slipped
under back door

three days laid
on counter

unopened morning signals
rise too blinds

smell of breakfast burn ing
s waft through half raised
wind ow

deliberately
stripped to bare

skin

while leaves
in small piles

once were burned

drew all attention
towards lingering

smell
a woman

wait ing.

next to her
next to couch
next

Bonded Jim Beam

did me in...

sealed letter

whiskey on ice

 

 

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