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From the Adult Drive In
Gabrielle Calvocoressi

VIII.

As the hushed crowd pushes into the night
          What night? It was never dark in that town.

the concession stand is swept by the boy
          White shirt, those ribs like branches of broom.

who is too young to work there, who lives
          I never knew any children. Where did they live?

in a motel on the turnpike; abandoned
          O the poverty of my splayed legs.

cars, topless bars and salesmen littering
          How I wanted the freeway to save me

his vision like Kleenex that covers the pasture
          from myself, fallen in the razed fields

like snow, feathers, thrush in the virgin's mouth.


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