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SOMETHING HE DID by Jennifer Whitaker

On a day cold enough to remind him of home,
my father, whisky-warm, dragged from the shed

the kerosene heater, sending the mangy dogs
to the fence line. The overfilled tank, the choke

On a day cold enough to remind him of home,
my father, whisky-warm, dragged from the shed

the kerosene heater, sending the mangy dogs
to the fence line. The overfilled tank, the choke

of kerosene soaking ragged into the wood floor,
he coaxed the heater to hot blush

with a single match and finally slumped to sleep
next to the trailing hair of its heat, its burning chest,
its hot mouth gagged with rags.

 

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About Jennifer Whitaker

Jennifer Whitaker
Jennifer Whitaker has published poems in numerous journals including Beloit Poetry Journal, New England Review, New Orleans Review, Cave Wall, and The Greensboro Review. She lives in Greensboro, North Carolina, where she teaches poetry and is the Assistant Director of the University Writing Center at UNCG.