Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

lot dogs 13 (2)

two days ago the old woman
wanted me know how cold she was
placed two black fingers on my neck said See?

and of course I already knew
/bone cold has a smell/

in return I warned her off
THIS IS NOT A SAFE PLACE

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lot dogs, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

lot dogs 13 (1)

sun bright on a crisp cold morning
is (almost) a friend / grateful /

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lot dogs, Louisville Stories, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry

lot dogs 8

[putting on the dog] fuck you
the dough faced dopaminer called
already three of his shit truck lengths
away smug exhaust hid the lost horse
gaze wore later slinking off

out of the dark parking lot

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