Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

Bret — Jill Whitehouse

And if I die, give my liver
to the crazy guy who lived
the next house over,
He drinks enough he could probably use it.

True, he screams,
and shoots,
and plays the bugle.
But he isn’t what they say he is,
he isn’t the Devil.

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  1. Pingback: Current Issue: Volume 43, Number 1 — Poetry Issue, Fall 2012 | Coe Review

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