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Poems by Shannon Hardwick

BARTENDER-LONELY How can you stand so many peo­ple, I ask, drunk. Shirts dirty them­selves for the wash­ing, wait­ing for a woman’s hands, he said, I’d steal their laugh­ter, pawn it for a hand­gun just to piss some­one off. I’d drink myself into mys­ti­cal … Con­tin­ue read­ing

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