Monthly Archives: May 2012

’51 Gibson J-45

I’m a gardener, you’re the volunteer who vines by the row of heirloom Better Boys, you hide near the hollyhocks along the splintered wood fence, dry in the sunlight.      I’m a mapmaker, your cheeks are hilltops, your tears flow like … Continue reading

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