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CAREFUL, CAREFUL

 

What I’ve never been able to figure— take now,
for example, I’m riding
my riding mower down Cheltham
toward McElroy’s Everything
and More and
somewhere out there
is a real princess, I’m sure,
calling for my public
shaming, as in,
maybe
Kendra, careful,
careful Kendra,
will raise her hand in the bleachers
to offer in her voice
like a humming icebox
something along the lines of I used to use
his modesty to tie up
my horse, which,
yeah, she did
once, but
that was a fast horse, a good horse,
a horse that by another name
(Cameron)
could really probably kill someone.

JAKE BUAER

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