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Today's poem is by Abbie Kiefer

A Brief History of Maine Industry
       

There's a mannequin sewing shoes and we laugh at his wig. There's a shipbuilder, a stonecutter—we laugh at their wigs too. At the sardine exhibit, its mannequin scissoring fish into tins, someone asks Who even eats sardines? and the answer must be no one, because the docent tells our class all the canneries have closed. He shows us the mill wheel and Chris yells that mills smell like farts, which is true. We laugh. Next, two stuffed moose: muzzles near touching, antlers locked. They got exhausted and then they died, the guide says. Chris caws Nice rack! but we don't laugh, not even Chris.



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from Certain Shelter
June Road Press
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