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Rape Baby
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my mother wanted something else
i was a boy or a girl
when i had a memory he came to see us
stood across the yard while she yelled
he put the presents in the mailbox
she cleared them out. sometimes
i was quicker. played with them till breaking

 
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Cucumber
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We were picking out salad dressings
and she said she liked cucumber too
but it was so much like Ranch which she hated
then I reached for the bottle and she started
to cry. She told me later how she'd lost her job.
She hadn't looked at her aging boss right.
And we sat in silence, eating plain shredded lettuce
in bowls.

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Ben Ohmart
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Copyright © Ben Ohmart
May 1997


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