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Boy Wearing a Dead Man's Clothes I I must say I never liked garbardine's wornout shine. Cold weather fills this coat, & the shoulders have drooped anyhow! Jesus, his yellow silk handkerchief; I'm keeping this next to my heart. The police chief's daughter's smile has started to peel off the curled photo I found here in his breast pocket. 2 Blue denim cap, no other crown for a poor man's head. I wear it the same angle he did, hipper than thou. If I tilt it over my eyes, a bit to the left this way, cut the sky in half, can I see the world through his eyes? Cloud-cap washed till there's hardly any blue left. 3 Uncle Jimmy's flowered shirt keeps its shape. Body's characterenamored of sweat, touch gone out of the cloth, no dark red map widening across my chest to recall 94 N EON V ERN A C U L A R that night. Sleeves filled with silence. The lipstick won't come off. 4 I don't belong here. I can't help but say to Uncle's cordovan boots, Get me outta East Texas, back to L.A., but please don't take me by their place: Four weeks ago, that time I saw him & Mrs. Overstreet kissing in the doorway, & Mr. Overstreet drunk with his head on the table. 95 from I Apologize for the Eyes in My Head ...

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