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coping (more or less) 211 Gracie, Go Get Mommy’s Glock… Tammi J. Truax (with acknowledgment to Denise Levertov) Yo Grief! Get your nasty flea-bitten gnarly old butt off my porch before I fill it full of the buckshot you so richly deserve. Don’t think I won’t, I can you know. I will too, you keep up that lurking and circling I’ll shoot your miserable ass, and don’t think for one damn minute that I’m gonna dig a hole for you either, I’ll toss your mangy carcass off the high-rise bridge and leave you for the lobsters. That would be righteous, that would be just. In fact, it’s the best damn idea I’ve had since you started hanging around, but if you don’t like it you can tuck that tail a little tighter between your bitchy legs, turn around, and save yourself. Grief’s not welcome here, not anymore, I’m done with ya. ...

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