by Tyler Avery Barnett
So what? I borrowed a wheelbarrow
a few nights before
leaving for Hollywood
and decided not to leave
a forwarding address.
A pain,
always paining me
with stories of God
and gays destroying
America.
I breathed through my mouth until
the county border and after, spent 24 years
forgetting that wheelbarrow in the pines.
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