excerpt from “The Black Antelope Tine”


ray a. young bearJesus, I once dreamt of doll-sized
human beings — six intoxicated dwarfs
who asked to be rolled together in a towel.
Put us in a trash can, they pleaded,
before we get arrested.  They eventually
suffocated because I forgot to pick them up.
And now, here they were in the form of antique
toys.  An alcohol-related tragedy.

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