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  the green of a child’s bottom margin
by John Biando


i can’t figure
how to make the green of a child’s bottom margin.

the green as a trash compactor
squeezing the life out of the truth.

the green for them is this:
yellow.

a bottle of lightning
bugs and dead
by morning.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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John Biando is a fella of medium height and modest means. He’s pulled
cancer from his head, killed a black bear, and judged a small town beauty
contest. But you’d never know that by looking at him. The fact is, he’s
hardly even there. It’s only you that matters.