Clay Matthews | The 2River View, 9.1 (Fall 2004) |
Where There’s Smoke
Hot days and I think about freon Like the neighbors dog who cleaned crawled under the house, howled, to go. Or maybe drowning in the springs I jumped in as a boy and felt my It felt so nice to be a flat tire. It felt stop. Once my brother lay under and I thought that when I pulled smelled like a carburetor then, he might have started right up. and when it’s this hot we leave grows in the cab of the truck, and |
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