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my husband slid a coin
under my swollen tongue
and stole gator eggs
from the fridge
they smelled like milk
I skimmed the foam and weed
only my eyes breaking the surface
and at night I sang loud trumpet calls
to the cranes on their skinny legs
they tasted like chicken
my brother climbed over the mountain
with his giant body getting bigger and bigger
and he was afraid to get small again
so he broke his wife & daughter
and they fell apart like gravel
Bayou Dream
after Frank Stanford
Holly Lyn Walrath