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dialoguepoem #4

 dialoguepoem #4 “We were just married,” Harlan the herdsman told me, “and we’d moved into the apartment over the milkhouse. They were butchering. Grampa Dougan climbed the stairs, knocked, and stood there holding the cow’s tail – long, brown, the white hairy plume on its end, the bloody stump at the top. He handed it […]

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