From Death Row, an Interview with a Wolf:
From Death Row, an Interview with a Wolf:
(Interviewer’s Notes: He stares at his hands as he speaks. His eyes
are sunken. Said it was insomnia, nights without peace,
that brought him to me.)
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Down Highway 74
Down Highway 74
On the way back from Charlotte
there is a dead girl draped across the grass
beside the highway. She swarms
with policemen and one or two paramedics
who, for some reason, still have not
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