Dead White Men Tell Too Many Tales By J. Bradley

 

A love letter once sutured buttonholes.

Bedsheets wore boys better than regret.

A check box asked for closure.

A slow dance crossed the border;

A three-inch heel fired the first shot.

The jeweler stopped printing maps.

When asked why, he said

“There are no bathtubs here

to leave the body; do not ask

for organs.”

J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009), The Serial Rapist Sitting Behind You is a Robot (Safety Third Enterprises, 2010), and My Hands Are As Thick As Dreams (Patasola Press, 2011). He is the Interviews Editor of PANK Magazine and lives at iheartfailure.net.

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