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Amy Beeder

CABEZÓN

CABEZÓN

CABEZÓN

I see you shuffle up Washington Street
whenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf
hands in your pockets, a smoke dangling slack
from the slit of your pumpkin mouth,
humped over like the eel-man or geek,
the dummy paid to sweep out gutters,
 
drown the cats. Where are you going now?
Though someday you\'ll turn your gaze
upon my shadow in this tinted glass
I know for now you only look ahead
at sidewalks cracked & paved with trash
but what are you slouching toward — knee-locked,
hippity, a hitch in your zombie walk, Bighead?
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CABEZÓN

I see you shuffle up Washington Street
whenever I am driving much too fast:
you, chub & bug-eyed, jaw like a loaf
hands in your pockets, a smoke dangling slack
from the slit of your pumpkin mouth,
humped over like the eel-man or geek,
the dummy paid to sweep out gutters,
 
drown the cats. Where are you going now?
Though someday you\'ll turn your gaze
upon my shadow in this tinted glass
I know for now you only look ahead
at sidewalks cracked & paved with trash
but what are you slouching toward — knee-locked,
hippity, a hitch in your zombie walk, Bighead?

CABEZÓN

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