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Michael McLean
Poems
Apr 2014
Pronounce
we were all gathered
around lathered in nervous sweats
not of uncleanliness but distress from
the site of this girl passed out on the floor
of the front porch or stage to the parked cars
and pedestrians with deranged hands politely pointing
elbows bent and necks curled to their chests
otters with oysters the meat
of gossip hidden within a hard wall of backs
their ‘is she okay’ rocks rapping like gunshots
and I thought about how odd it was that I’s
find their way into statements of them and you
their slender bodies sliding in with the same quiet
that renders letters silent
#drunk
#girl
#i
#night
#***
#think
#party
#last
#out
#at
#passed
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