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On Being Evacuated From Alberton,
Montana, After A Chlorine Spill

horses bleed from their nostrils
they are skittish and red-eyed
& they try to shake it out
of their heads they try
to outrun it children
turn on strange
mattresses
their pet
birds
die

 

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  • Disclaimer

    Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

    In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

    It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

    A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.


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