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In the Cabin on My Uncle's Farm
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In the cabin on my uncle's farm.
I held the gun in both hands. As hard and as heavy.
As the boys upstairs were. Black paint.

In the cabin on my uncle's farm.
My cat had kittens in the straw. Of the hay loft.
Next to a pile of warm cow shit. Here. I almost touched them. Here.
I almost touched it. No. fuck you.

There is a room. Upstairs. Somewhere.
My head. Won't. Take me back there.
Black paint. Paint over the faces. The music.
The hands. The words. The feel of their flesh.
The cold of my father's gun. Waiting. For my uncle.
To get home. How. Could. They.

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Holly Day
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Copyright © Holly Day
March 1997

...a poem in in this room by Karen Tellefsen...
the moon over the sea of japan
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