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ODE TO THE CORNER OF THE DRUG HOUSE DOWN THE GRAVEL ROAD OFF THE TWO-LANE HIGHWAY #16
The imaginary birds in my pocket
refuse to sing for me anymore
& that has buried my social body.
They must be dead. I am not
willing to believe that the imaginary
cannot die. My throat tries to sing
their song. My mouth eats the grief.
My hands have been rubbing the knees
of my jeans for seven days now.
Darren Demaree is the author of six poetry collections, most recently Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly (2016, 8th House Publishing). He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.
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