26.1 - The sheep man
closed the door on me. Turnedthe morning over like colddried toast. Every other time I’d been the gasman, the one inthe driver’s seat, divertedthe wheel along whatevergreedless roads I chose. Outhe...
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Great poem -- love this section especially! Sheet slamming! Whoa! Out he came after me, handed me one damn earring I’d orphaned on his nightstand. A man in a bar shouldn’t be given small pieces to...
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Judy- I like this connection, Turned the morning over like cold dried toast... but I spread the margarine of my smile anyway. Apparently this guy needs a get-in-touch-with-her-feelings help group. Dale
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