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Poems by Karen Weyant

She Likes to Work Grave­yard She knows that the truck dri­ver at the counter wants the pot rot, the thick pool of crust­ed cof­fee that’s been sit­ting for hours. She waits on the women off sec­ond shift at M&C Parts, … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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