The stories

I can destroy
my body for the stories.
I can brass-knuckle cartel
boys waiting tables.
I can suffer my father’s
strokes like gifts,
so I hear. I can
run the gauntlet, man,
how my mother did.

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~ by Jeremy on May 10, 2013.

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