Who Knew?
(Photo credit: Wikipedia){Part of the New Poetry Series 2013, more here} The butcher, freezing Smelled of sawdust and bone-saw dust “Don’t make me go –it smells in there!” “Well you can’t wait outdoors alone!” The butcher turned into a small grocery store Maxi pads wrapped in brown paper packages with no label Mom: “Need to know basis, young lady.” John would deliver mom’s phoned-in order I can…
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