Andrew Hudgins Poems

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1.
In The Well

My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste
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2.
Day Job And Night Job

After my night job, I sat in class
and ate, every thirteen minutes,
an orange peanut—butter cracker.
Bright grease adorned my notes.
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3.
Steppingstone

Home (from Court Square Fountain—
where affluent ghosts still importune
a taciturn
slave to entertain
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4.
In

When we first heard from blocks away
the fog truck's blustery roar,
we dropped our toys, leapt from our meals,
and scrambled out the door
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5.
Blur

Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
lilac, clover—and drift across the threshold,
outside reclaiming inside as its home.
Warm days whirl in a bright unnumberable blur,
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6.
Playing Dead

Our father liked to play a game.
He played that he was dead.
He took his thick black glasses off
and stretched out on the bed.
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