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Thursday, January 30, 2014

A Sinner's Soda

by Donald Paris

A white man dredges himself through
our neighborhood. He leaves cold bottles
on doorsteps with dirty stoops.

We chase after him
plucking up the packages he places.

Biting the necks of pop bottles,
we sat in our church clothes,
as the suns melts us
like plastic army men.

We pour back into the glass we empty.

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