Summer 2015: Poetry
Pornography
by Tammy Robacker
Excitable some animals are just born that way the spotty mutt with mange my Opa named Schlocky the first German word I learned it means trashy think cheap cheap cheap like the kitchen parakeet that old yellow thing always around did not much sing but jerked its head 90 degrees when my mother dragged up an old metal washtub to bathe me openly it would swing swing swing itself back and forth I smelled cigarettes while he acted busy in the same room but watched me sideways
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