Scraping the Varnish
Robert Lee Kendrick
Black feedback ringing through twilight
its guitar, slouches behind hubcap clouds,
over leaf-mottled mud and wind doesn't care,
as if I could slip to the creek unnoticed.
but snakes still whisper my name. Leaves
I've hidden under my breath, wink
A mutt sprays red barks on my back.
says he'll demand I repeat the assignment,
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