Donald Traxler's Poetry
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Tea Set
The tea set is cracked,
butler's eye is blacked,
mail-order wife sings,
"Goin' home,
goin' home,
I'm a-goin' home."
Pray
You may not think
that I know how
to pray,
but I thank God
for my nakedness
every single
day.
Field
I saw a field of body parts
and all the arts
had flown.
Art by Osorio, from the author's collection.
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