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White nightgowns at the dinner table crinkle like aluminum
foil under a thousand lustful fingers
a crack downstairs may be a gunshot instead is only a can of corn
and tuna striking the counter and being opened
inanities at the table as the rice krispies mutter the secrets
to life even if none of the eaters is listening
~By Robert P. Beveridge
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Robert P. Beveridge hates writing biographies. You can find other works of his in magazines such as The
Hawaii Review, The G. W. Review, and New York Quarterly, if you have a fetish for back issues.
Read the next artist!
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