DON KINGFISHER CAMPBELL
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POETRY
watching my sister get bit by a Doberman Pinscher from across the street
popping an Excedrin from a bottle fished out of a trash can on the way to
second grade after watching TV
pooping on a little hillside at school during Easter vacation
stealing a Snickers bar from my friend’s desk when he wasn’t looking
masturbating to a newspaper picture behind an observatory
stepping on the gas instead of the brake in the driveway of our house as my
mother screamed in the shotgun seat
losing my virginity to my future first wife while in her studio apartment
just after my eighteenth birthday
inviting the co-ed in the tight knit blouse to go out for coffee then taking
it off on our living room sofa since my second wife was at work
vomiting all over a white porcelain toilet bowl upon hearing of the death of
my father of cancer at 3am
kicking my son out the door for sticking needles in his arm in the bathroom
as I was listening to music
writing the poem that tells secrets the world need never have known but now
voraciously reads because it’s explicit, it’s bad, it’s poetry,
maybe it will comfort someone
but I did leave something out
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