the son of a bitch
was one of those soft left wing guys
belly like butter who
lived in a big house, he
was a professor
and he told
“he’ll be your

imagine anybody saying
that:   “demise.”

we drove in from the track,
she’d lost $57 and she said:
“you better stop for something to

she wore an old army jacket
and when I came out with the bottle
she took the cap off
and took a straight swallow right down–
a longshoreman’s suicide gulp
tilting her head back under dark glasses.

my god, I thought.

a nice country girl like that
who loves to dance.

her 4 mad sisters will never forgive me
and   that soft left wing son of a bitch
with a belly like butter (in that big
house) was

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