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Tuesday Morning in the Midwest: Redacted
. . . buttons and string . . . old shirts . . . new you new me . . . light bendable
bodies . . . no clouds crawling over our eyes . . . bodies in a box . . . find an
address for the ocean . . . heart beat that wonít end till the end . . . forget it . . .
water will sprinkle salt on our flesh . . . wet lips deep belly . . . a jester of
seagulls impatient for the end . . . half shark. . . you and me . . . dying wishes
let the knife
of opening head
be a light
for children who believe
is easily tricked
into handing out piece
beneath a tree.
to one seed.
in the spring
to do it all again.
Betsy Johnson-Millerís work has appeared or is forthcoming in Boulevard, Agni (online), Prairie Schooner, Mid-American Review, and the Cortland Review. She lives in Minnesota with her husband and two kids.
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