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a poem by Melanie Browne (1 of 2)They Tried to Shut Her Down
like a giant gallstone like a pinched nerve like traffic on Altamont Freeway before the Rolling Stones concert like a failed TV pilot like a River Phoenix suicide like another flash-in-the-pan sports team from Denver like J.R. slapping Sue Ellen like another big Chain store like the morning after the condom breaks and the bathroom tiles feel cold and lonesome, the toothpaste tube rolled back all the way to the end & God is hiding somewhere in the medicine cabinet. |