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loisa fenichell
Poems
Mar 2014
boys
the gas station
down the street
is never dry of fire
this is where
the neighborhood boys go,
usually, when they are tired of being
viewed as cliffs
on the sides of highways.
(when i was younger
i had a brother.
sometimes
at night
i can hear my mom
bruising apart
in his old room.
i stand in the doorway
& watch her
& wait.)
(her medication
works best
when she sleeps.)
lol couldn't think of a good title
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loisa fenichell
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