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Nine Miles outside Comfort, Texas
Not cold enough yet
for snow, but nearly numb
fingers by the time I finish
pumping the cheapest gas,
wishing I felt more
when you touched me.
Wet trees & idling trucks,
a whole shelf of expired
pain relievers in back
& behind that the game
where you pay a hook to drop
grasping for the tail of some
bright half-buried animal.
We keep trying
but I’ve never seen
someone leave this county
with anything softer
than ash in their arms. 
Boom
From Which the Method of Drawing in Space between the Trees Instead
of the Trees Themselves Might Well Be Employed
In the Unlikely Event of a Water Landing
Jean Valentine Was Here
Nine Miles outside Comfort, Texas
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