Coal Town

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Birds don’t stop in this town.

I see them fly past, black peppering

blue, going someplace. I’ve given up

dreaming wings. This town

will know my bones. Condoms

sell well in Joe’s corner store – boredom breeds

but breeding’s a trap, a twitch in the smile

of those steel-eyed shrews

who linger late after church.

I walked half a day, out past the salt flats,

after they closed the movie house down. Smoked

the joint she’d brought back from college

when she returned to bury my dad.

I remember how pale her fingers lay

across my father’s hands –

coal miner’s hands, tarred like his lungs;

like this town.

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First published in Eunoia Review, July 2016.

Winner of the Goodreads Monthly Poetry Contest, August 2016.

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By the same author: Unburied Hatchet

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