Poetry Annual 1998	O Y S T E R   B O Y   R E V I E W   [ 8 ]
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C. Earl Nelson
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disgusting the things ive done for it, waiting til dawn for a beige telephone to twist madly in its beige cradle, racing up interstate 75 on fire for a drunk irish woman and her wide ass, every last thing i own packed tightly into the trunk of yet another failing automobile. you take it in stride with a grin all judgement cast aside. knowing full well and knowing not a goddamned thing except the manner in which her voice crawls like song vibrating a thin wire the last string the final straw until wound tighter than a clockspring you dive.
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