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February 9, 2018 / 764 x 764 px

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Sunday Afternoon with Seurat

Jehovah’s Witness at the door and I
don’t know what to do. Invoke Yoda,

Barbara Eden, Buffalo Bill Cody
in a rhinestone coat and tie? Go ahead

and pray then. Mumble me out of this
vale of tears. Pure distance:

can you get me a minute of that?
I need it clear as Steuben glass.

Killing sin. The carrion will come:
buzzards cooing on the wire, grackles

in the garden, Valentino on the counter
at the overripe tomatoes, bruising

the stillness with mockery. His eye
is on my liver. A balaclavaed gunman

hovers just outside the frame and no one
to warn us, our parasols no proof against

righteousness. The wife is happy
with her bustle, her pet monkey, this pocket

of shade. I stand beside her, unsure. My neck
prickles. I hear the sound of knocking.

Cider Press Review, Volume 9, 2008

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