Liam Rector Poems

This apartment with no furniture,
where no one puts anything up,
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Home from school at six years old, first grade,
And uncle there to tell me Mommy
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Dressed in an old coat I lumber
Down a street in the East Village, time itself
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My mother, poised around behavior,
would say You are sitting there
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Now I see it: a few years To play
around while being Bossed around
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Age moves in the hound
As it was in me moving
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I was well towards the end
Of middle-age before I
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Fat Southern men in their summer suits,
Usually with suspenders, love to sweat
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We did right by your death and went out,
Right away, to a public place to drink,
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Soon the summer
Now the pleasant purgatory
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