Monday, August 18, 2008

Eric Burke: LOSING A THUMB

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Someone long ago hammered a nail into the maple that was now ours. At 8, I became enamored of slip-knots; listen, if I tell it right, you can almost hear me screaming, my father busy in the basement, my mother frantic trying . . . .

belly exposed to the sky
watching wind in the locust trees


by Eric Burke
Columbus, Ohio

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