BY
SOUVENIR
MICKEY KULP
His pride was a useless
souvenir from younger
days, a cracked
thing with peeling paint
that sat in his blind
spot, like a junk
plastic pendant on a
carnival necklace
that had blown around
to dangle between
his shoulder blades
on the bike ride home.
Gyroscope Review 16-4
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