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by iamjuliahawkins | 09/15/2022 · 5:53 am

The Pants

by Michael Mark

She made the pants too wide

so when he tried them on

he was swallowed up like out

of the Bible. It’s because you

by Michael Mark

clunkers,
shifting twig foot to twig foot
like tweed-coated squatters around
trash can fires. Continue reading →

by Michael Mark

I imagine asking them by the power tools
at Home Depot or while their wives wait in line
to pee at the mall –

how they got their hip hitch, that spastic limp.
Some let me lean close enough to hear the suck
and pop of bone pulling

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