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    « What makes me happy is nothing real in a real sense | Main | I Must Not Stay »
    Saturday
    06Feb2010

    Poisoned 

    DateSaturday, February 6, 2010 at 7:10PM

    She mumbles
    about the incident
    at the corner store

    “That fucking cashier had
    no right
    to search my bag like that”

    Her pupils constrict as
    drops of her dirty blood
    stain my couch

    Her child
    should be due
    in seven months

    Too bad I am not that cashier.

    — Peter Stevens

    AuthorTom Rubenoff, Senior Editor
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