Poetry by David Harrison Horton
from City of Loss [10] This is how you sew a button: First, put a bullet in the chamber, dumb-dumb it afore for better effect; second, scream into a February wind as if your mother were dead and that somehow mattered to you; third, from City of Loss [14] When it’s cold, you build a fire, bundle […]
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