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KELLY JEAN WHITE: With apologies to Gerald Stern

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Crystal Lake

Blisters were front row seats for rowing pull harder. The spud slid under the ice. It was his favorite spud and it was not a potato. The hook fucked worms. Minnows pulled dead skin from a boy’s leg. It tickled and then he died anyway. The hand feared a hand that wasn’t there. It loved her from Fife Lake. The cinderblocks did not come up easily. Water iced her lungs kick frog kick. The sparklers went hush in the bucket. Only you can prevent forest fires only you

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A B C D E. Do re mi fa sol? Kong / papyrus / papyrus / eros /mattress. Willing accomplice. Aeiou and never why. Has no mind or moral compass. Elemen o pee target-shooting. Pocketed. Secret. Olympic rings. Kong / papyrus/ papyrus / eros / mattress. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday had amnesia. Kong / Kong/ Kong. Clenched and source of phantom pain thumb, four fingers. Who what when where how but never why. Annette, Cecile, Marie, Yvonne, Emilie Dionne. A nickel bag of sense. Mattress / eros / papyrus mute all the way home. Can’t read a damn thing. See hear feel taste touch. Savant. The Palmer Method. Kong, papyrus, papyrus, eros, mattress: take a memo.

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With apologies to Gerald Stern

someone is handing out cigars to all the street people on my walk, the gray man who sits on the steps at Tang’s Dugout, the dark shaman with the duct-taped stick, the duchess with the found flowered hat and gloves; they turn their faces up with pure benediction, hands move generous circles, and the voices, oh these songs, such sweet rasping praise

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Last year, I found a rat that had hung itself in the wiring of my Christmas tree. It was dessicated. About to discard the tree and the rat, I paused, thinking the rat might make a useful poem. Today I regret having thrown out that rat. I might have done womething with its droppings. JHorvath