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A weed green
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For that friend we walked inside of the night sea shedding our skins— The Shirt The shirt was going to be red: he had to have this shirt—no other— to stay alive, in prison. We were setting about to cut, and sew, but the cotton, they said, was sacred —we had to fold it and give it back to them. Then, even though you’re so much lighter, and it was white, you gave him yours . . . One Foot in the Dark People forget Don’t forget me You the only white head in the crowd of young men live oaks waiting to be let out of the Visiting Area. A weed green A weed green with a black shadow village under it 28 door in the mountain and then browngray dirt then a browngray stick stuck on a stone which has its own black shoah moat to the north how hungrily life like an o goes after life Fears: Night Cabin Snake tick black widow brown recluse —The truck last night on 79 dragging a chain —A cloud rounding slowly at the window —The wick unlit curled cold in the kerosene lamp. so wild so wild I didn’t notice for a long time under your ten skins your skull —When life for the fourth time touched my eyes new poems 29 ...