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Poetry
Cowhand
Jeremy Halinen
I have an affinity for the brown art
of cattle driving, for the time it affords me
to ponder infinity. Call me male,
but I still need breasts, female chests
to cry on. At night
among the cattle, a quiet
makes me look between stars
forever apart but never lonely.
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