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The Difference Between Lonesome & High Lonesome, Part 3

Jen Tynes

My safety is a drop                    sheet, glass of water gone

spooky. When I come back to myself

the window is not open,              the piece

of meat in the freezer has a blood-                    red honey.                     Interior flowers

back the plastic                     arm rests, tussle at

the buttonhole.                      To reflect

                                                              on the skin of a carton of milk.

I am going to tell you what line

                    to feed the missing                     when they call.

Jen Tynes

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