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“Tom Sawyer’s Widow”

Powdered white
And pouting face
Dressed in black
Her skin with lace
Dog’s in the back
Unfed in the leaves
With no one perched
In the goddamn eaves
(Roped in the back…)
She’s barren of seed
“The rogue & the bastard!
He promised to me!”
Up into town
To thee Spekey Sea
(Dog’s on the rope.
His neck to break free…)

Sawyer’s in the wagon

His face like yellow wax.
Tom Sawyer’s whitewashed widow
Her lightning panic attacks:
“I’ll kill me Becky Thatcher
With that backyard chicken axe!”

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