Over the cop's square box shoulder a mown fence a turned Cadillac (leaking fluid down the street) a flaming fire hydrant and a dozen once neighbours huddling like refugees and you remember more with each upturn of the officer's smile.
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I was working a bum job for the city which meant cheap apartments and drinking from the bottle or in reverse and every swollen morning the man with the rickety trolley would wave from his alley and say You're gonna see it soon and I'd smile or if I was still drunk light a smoke … Continue reading Man with the stories