jonny-bolducWhisper

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BarnBarn / A graveyard of empty whiskey bottles, / curled, browned labels coated with dust.
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Nov 28, 2014
the superstore lineI wonder what language you were speaking. / Was it pure psycho-babble? / Were the words pure? Were you
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Nov 27, 2014
ThanksgivingEvery thanksgiving, / My family gets smaller. / Gone to college. Gone traveling. Gone to another woman. Gone to Florida. Gone to prison.
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Nov 27, 2014
UntitledLast Christmas grandmother told anyone who would listen that she quit the wine. She said it once as my father cracked open a bottle of *** She said it again serving the ham; mentioned it in passing while gramps polished off a bottle of Malbec; / she said that last summer in the hot-tub at Laurie’s she had a bit too much Sangria and got out and fell on the pavement, cutting up her knees real bad --- / she said that she couldn’t even believe it was happening, she couldn’t believe that she drank so much. I could believe it.
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Nov 25, 2014
aloneMy alone, and the alone / you have in your heart / are the same. Sometimes, alone
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Sep 17, 2014
NestLet’s look together, in the tight, dark corners. / Look in the tough, raw twilight-- / Once, I thought I found a bed, under a dome of stars.
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Sep 7, 2014
To Be AwakeTo be awake, / to be blind, / I’ve never understood the difference.
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Apr 7, 2014
FISHTHOUGHTBLOODFISHTHOUGHTBLOOD JON BOLDUC / When I was a boy, / Father taught me to ice-fish.
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Feb 24, 2014
Lovers As PlacesLovers as Places / There’s a place inside of me saved for lovers, / a space to be filled–
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Feb 24, 2014
GoneI have friends who went, / to Bethlehem, to Paris, to Spain. / Left for London, Beachy Head.
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Jan 28, 2014
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