Today's poem is by Shelly Taylor
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When proxy all night I poured Jack into
the morning. Heat makes the dogs heave
on the porch, blue the roof
to dissuade dirt daubers from home-making
& ramshackle that which keeps him well-nourished,
High Life, his Redbreast. Hourglass round
the steakhouse, if I started up again no one could
keep me from trying, all night a rodeo, all morning
rye grass, water to paw I could roll into your body
to keep me safe not sage, but the longing,
the still of incomprehension, the bottles from
the speedrack I drove off another night bruised legs &
G Straited myself right again, all Jäger down my arms,
whiskey arms & all over my britches, you could
punch the eye of. A homemade mother
never washing dishes, such gentle hands, nutshells
across the floor, left your boots that lasted
three tours to the monsoon, mama,
her boy, my boy, her dissolute sadness.
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