Authors: Anne Heide

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Sixtieth Year

By Anne Heide

 

Hold back press me back

against the wall.

 

This smell is overwhelming

of your cigar and your

dinner both of them

and that radio its bulb

makes that burning

stench some hair wrapped

around the light

touch that.

Just try to touch it.

 

I swear I will move you out of here

If you do not let me be.

He will. I will

 

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