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| ***BIO*** Lou Maraj is an unemployed recent college graduate. A native of the Caribbean island of Trinidad, he spent the last four years at Ramapo College in New Jersey. He hopes to pursue an MFA in poetry next fall, if everything somehow falls into place. |
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| by Lou Maraj |
| a boy of twenty-two, perhaps a man,
perhaps the muddled space between, smiles— hang there like sunshine against an impoverished mountain-town. He waits, the call from Father: “Where are you?” “Got that new prescription filled?” He did, perhaps, spilled them all, sold the rest to the neighbor-kid Jack with the lisp. “Got the message from mom?” She’d be late, always, perhaps hiding those fresh bruises, tired of sifting through— blood, shit, mail, you, bed-sheets, antiseptic. “Got the money I left on the counter?” Did, blew it on a dub of haze, blazed in the Walmart parking lot, wishing this time he’d ask, “How are you, son?” |
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| Nov. 2009 |
| 127 |