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Jessie Janeshek




He Knows a Storm Comes on


I pour out all the absinthe
as night begins to winnow.
In God’s cage at the honkey tonk
the rail girl drops the bodice

of her yellow wedding gown.
The clown’s nose pales to aqua
at the advent of our chorus.
I lose the badger song

but Bocephus croons your brain.
Smoking meditatively
I promise I will name you

before your body rots.
And I hope pink widows cane you
on that train.


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