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red jello
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14 red jello i can see right through to the flowered plate from my mother’s house sitting on the black and white oil cloth like a circle on a tic tac toe square next door mr rivera’s roses climb the fence to the two by four nailed there for the clothes line flying kite tail colors in the afternoon rocky the boxer dog walks back and forth on the cement patio like james cagney pacing the prison yard where mother sits a heating pad and pillows the newspaper folded to the crossword puzzle and a pencil between the rooftops a points down wedge of bay opaque whiteness against a cloud washed sky on mona’s side a mirror her makeup sits like some strange spaceship landed in the land of oz flashing iridescent ovals on the mustard walls her cigarette smoke coming straight up from the ashtray in a thin blue line ...