Roz Schick Poems

We go on a road trip to Pittsburg
We go to see her
The cows behind the silver fences own nothing
Someone mistakes them for a dog
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Writing to me is a high school band
Often embarrassingly horrific with unidentifiable stains on their caps and beatings to their own rhythm
Not because they are creative but because they know nothing more than their own rhythms
Writing to me is a high school conversation
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