Jim Trainer


In hometown, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized on May 20, 2016 at 9:47 pm

everything back there has died
or is dying
or is incestuous
or is on drugs
or drinks too much
or became a cop
or went to jail
or went to fight in the war
or thinks they’re in some kind of gang
nothing back there reminds me
of anything good
and it was their smug certainty
that I’d never be anything
other than trapped there
with them
that gives me
the most joy



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