Paul Otremba
EXPECTANCY
He places a pillow across my lap,
then let’s loose a joke about saving dignity.
He wants to check my scar, and...
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Paul Otremba
They used to say the soul / gets in like that, // and so we had meat to knock against, / a tin plate for ringing out the bars. // The without-which-nothing-so- / you-hunger came next, // or like my fists held out—Pick one.