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R O N A L D WA L L A C E St. Louis Pencil Salesman Blues Invisible until his coughs uncover him, he huddles in a crevice of the city. He keeps an office in his socks and talks to bottles. Time dogs him with hungry eyes. Children’s cries bite like fleas. The sun wears a blue uniform. Clutching his bones to his neck like a coat he hides behind a disguise of skin. The nightstick wind torments him. The 1970s ❚ 81 ...

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