Anne Marie Lindgren 

Grains of Brown Sugar 

Covered with a brown paper bag, 
a drug store on the first of the month. 

Against the disabled 
pushing your way in 

past the lollypop given by the doctor. 

Clustered on the tip of the nose, 
pinching off the hopeless. 

Like plate tectonics, 
a grain of brown sugar 

embeds itself in the under birth of a nail. 

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Nicotine 

You smelled like my past staring back 1 

when I was younger. How we would di 
moving trains. Madness and loathing, a 
trembled as the needle landed in the rna:; 
my feet. The holes in my shoes were lik 

Elliot died almost ten years ago. And I s 
The Christmas tree's still there. They ga 

Jousting is the official sport of Marylat 
the sea away, he was left in the baseme 
absinthe and shellac records. I couldn't 
wrote your name on a postcard. It tastes 
well. Your lips look like a lit mattress or 

The fuse was lit and I pulled it in. Heavy 
through the strings and fire. There was a 

I'm going to tum your dad in, because I 
We were trapped in a tub. You burst in 
shook like Haile Selassie. 

There was a cigar box on the floor.