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Three Poems

Mickey Bakas

A black and white photocopy
almost exact
and almost interesting
one edge is just out of focus,
so we are forced
to lean close
and squint
as we attempt to read
the passage in full


i'm quite afraid,
i was gorn an old man
in an uncomfortable suit
tortured by the lateness
of the morning train.


like a dozen others,
i became a sidewalk crabapple
mashed under the toe of the street
like an egg.