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The Stringer

What you see can’t hurt you…right?
until the worm tight around the hook
sneaks right into the lower fish-jaw.
a big fish-
eyes google,
gaping-at-the-air-sideways
when a last breath
escapes…

out of water
out of air
out of life
flapless

a mount
or
a meal
the end
is always the
same,
terrifyingly
still.


The American

In Mexico the sky
was always blue,
but the dirt
evaporated the
moisture in
my nose.

a hooker
a handgun
a heroin fix
a hollow heart

I swallowed
the worm,
lost my way,
and never
made it
home.

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