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bela lugosi’s dead
and betty page is lying
on the floor,
a puddle of sex-kitten
goo, strewn loosely
about like a nightmare
i can’t seem to
scrape off the bottoms
of my work boots,
steel-toes dug in
and unaware
of her bones
as i push
the blade
of the
shovel
down

and hit
a
root

(originally published July 31, 2012, on allpoetry.com)

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