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A Highrise For The Elderly Is Like A Damp Quartered BirdJen TynesA highrise for the elderly is like a damp quartered bird, fire-proofed but not a story. Technical wiring in the openings, on Sundays wiring when the elderly make some stew, the light plates are kicked offward. The elderly are kicking things like horses in the sides, riding off on the backs of pitted, frozen latkes. Where will we put our stirring spoons in/ where will we darken the door just a little to keep it from knocking around. Jen Tynes Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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