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Out And About
Poetry by Davis McCombs It was always something: a sack / of turnips, a shred of neighborly suspicion, some pretense / trailing into dark ellipsis: I come to get my chain back…so…
Poetry by Davis McCombs It was always something: a sack / of turnips, a shred of neighborly suspicion, some pretense / trailing into dark ellipsis: I come to get my chain back…so…