Tuesday, February 27, 2007

return to

Explodes in my mouth the smell of south Georgia rain-soaked dirt and beets
Evoking the Eleanor Chesnut kitchen of freezer burned ice cream and medium oak paneling
Emitting mustard vinyl chairs and rubber-banded pinochle decks crammed in the window sill
Slams the screen door and hollers Roger at the kid not knowing a slap was coming

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