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Hi Ash-

This seems a little darker than most of your other stuff.
I got weirded out with the boner/brother line.
It is a very intriguing piece. Feels like this should be part of a novel.

Peace,
Yoly

: M.I.A.

: The letter sat outside two days gathering
: the smell of America until it was Fourth of
: July

: and everywhere was the scent of holidays
: coming to an end—half-eaten burgers
: hard under the legs of a fly, limp
: smoke from barbecue grills.

: Inside, Mother licked the last
: minutes of the day from a wet cube
: of ice. Jack Lemon’s face made a joke
: on Station Two’s Odd Couple late show. It was
: past ten
: days and still missing
: in Act One was our brother (That’s him
: over the fence, fly ball in glove,
: in the yearbook photo).

: Beside the pool one summer, he showed me
: his rubbers, and I got a boner touching
: their raised circles.

: In the kitchen are his letters
: from a county whose shape I have learned
: from Cronkite. My mother reads them to rehearse
: the sound of his voice.

: At night I sleep in the top bunk, think I’m
: high
: enough to know the world.