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| ***BIO*** Justin Hyde lives in Iowa where he works with criminals. He has a web-page here: http://www.nyqpoets.net/poet/justinhyde |
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| the farmer from duluth |
| by Justin Hyde |
| ever laid hands
on that much at once? his grown son whispers to him over coffee one booth in front of me. no banks pretty much put hooks in me from the gun, he says stirring his coffee with a knife. listening a little more i find out he just sold his ford dually to a drywall contractor out of missouri for sixty-five hundred in the flying-j parking lot. sure you wanna put it on the combine why don't you and mom take a cruise? you know i couldn't drag your mother outta louis county if the lord himself brought word - - besides it'll be less for you and ron to deal with down the road, he says working buckeye sized knuckles on his right hand over the back of his neck. should do something for yourself put in a satellite you'd like the history channel, he says spearing french fries with a fork. hell i've had my history - - shipped us to georgia after korea i was gonna buy an old beater Triumph off this service station rum - - pretzels for roads down there laid it down in some gravel test ridin the son of a bitch snapped my leg layin there bleedin like a river this big indian moses in a tepee patchwork milk truck come rollin round the corner stout bastard picked me up like an ear of corn had this daughter maybe i was shell-shocked but she smelled like alfalfa cradled my head in her lap hands on my chest whispering in my ear - - now don't ever tell your mother she'd put pastor Rather on me but i'd give sixty-five hundred and my one good arm to go back there for an afternoon, he says tapping the knife dry on the outside of his cup. |
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| Sept. 2008 |
| 110 |