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His One and Only I. Here children spin grey girls wrap their hopes all limp hair and yellow teeth mothers missing teeth, Pixelated barkers call electric jungle with virtual glare and the gut-flayed near Fairgrounds Road where the spot II. High on his shoulder stares mouth open, as if the kiddie train ride Vietnam Veteran hat, pockets crammed paper, Good Book bound Forty-year buzz cut, smile for every kid, hands on columns, watch the ride, wait for two III. This land of John 3:16 where farmers build how they forget Christ’s story running the midway silver- of the funnel cake haus, before they smokebreak between to press their bones against the next cross flashing above the Gabriel Welsch is author of Dirt and All Its Dense Labor and the forthcoming An Eye Fluent in Gray. Recent work appears in Chautauqua, PANK, Southern Review, and West Branch. contact |
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