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  You could have a big dipper   

Second Honeymoon by Thomas Zimmerman

The ceiling studded like a biker’s belt.

Wife’s wearing white, her fetish, and she takes

a belt of what you’re sipping. Now she’s dancing

with a guy who has a dart stuck in

his belly. Just imagine Pap’s syringe

in one of Momma’s lemon-carrot Jello

molds. Today you saw two bear cubs in

a tree. Wife slipped on rocks across a stream:

you caught her, smelled her cigarette, and kissed

her quickly. Now you sing alone to “Good

ol’ Rocky Top.” Twelve country 8-tracks stacked

behind the bar, like tablets of the prophets.

Mountains smoked inscrutably when you

arrived. How much loss they must abide.


Thomas Zimmerman (he/him) teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits The Big Windows Review Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA. His poems have appeared recently in Grand Little Things, Sledgehammer, and A Thin Slice of Anxiety. Tom's website: Twitter: @bwr_tom

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