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Poem
From the magazine:Frying Trout while Drunk
Frying Trout while Drunk
By Lynn Emanuel
Mother is drinking to forget a man
who could fill the woods with invitations:
come with me he whispered and she went
in his Nash Rambler, its dash
where her knees turned green
in the radium dials of the 50's.
When I drink it is always...
who could fill the woods with invitations:
come with me he whispered and she went
in his Nash Rambler, its dash
where her knees turned green
in the radium dials of the 50's.
When I drink it is always...
Table of Contents
- John Brehm
- Lynn Emanuel
- Barbara Goldberg
- Suzanne Matson
- Chase Twichell
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