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WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT by John Steinbeck, THE BEST OF THE PROSE POEM edited by Peter Johnson, TIME AND MONEY by William Matthews, SELECTED POEM by William Carlos Williams, SAILING ALONE AROUND THE ROOM by Billy Collins, SELECTED POEMS by Mark Strand, ME TALK PRETTY ONE DAY by David Sedaris, CONTEMPT OF COURT by Leroy Phillips and Mark Curriden, THE JUNGLE by Upton Sinclair, MORNING POEMS by Robert Bly, NICK ADAMS STORIES by Ernest Hemingway, MEMOIR OF THE HAWK by James Tate, SEA SMOKE by Louis Jenkins, TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee, THE WORLD DOESN'T END by Charles Simic, THE TUNNEL by Russell Edson
POEM BY CHARLES SIMICEYES FASTENED WITH PINSHow much death works, No one knows what a long Day he puts in. The little Wife always alone Ironing death's laundry. The beautiful daughters Setting death's supper table. The neighbors playing Pinochle in the backyard Or just sitting on the steps Drinking beer. Death, Meanwhile, in a strange Part of town looking for Someone with a bad cough, But the address somehow wrong, Even death can't figure it out Among all the locked doors... And the rain beginning to fall. Long windy night ahead. Death with not even a newspaper To cover his head, not even A dime to call the one pining away, Undressing slowly, sleepily, And stretching naked On death's side of the bed.