"Hitler once appeared to me in dream, grim, repentant, towing cowed Eva like a swallowed soul... a hang of flapping hair shut one demon-eye in, dimmed, wrestling with itself, whirlwind angels laughing in his skull. 5 We killed him eventually; a few, true things penetrating to the innermost. I feel the arrow still my brother lumbered from my leg; atop a joyous swing I rubbed where its rubber cutting nose had thrilled. Our afternoons were resplendent, unhurried, vague, 10 as we tumbled as cowboys and indians in an unholstered rush killing the shuffling vegetation and lizards that plagued our simmering summer patio. They would blink and push their low bellies in and out, alien, slow, themselves. I wish the doctor would come and kill my tumor now."
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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