At Age Ten I Escape from the Work Farm and Pursuant to Court Order, Am Recaptured in a Cincinnati Amusement Park

by Greg Rappleye

When Big Da finishes me
with the forsythia switch,
he says Your life is too good.
That’s why Mam drinks whiskey.
Frankly, that’s why he drinks whiskey too.

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