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Uncle Ricky

By El Dopa


his head with eyes

that glare like pieces of hail,


his chest like a morgue of

sleeping umbrellas and wire-bound birds,


his soul a cat that jumps over

the moon, each night, to teach the wolf


a lesson (who lunges at the cat,

each night, and each night, misses).

 

About the author:

El Dopa is a former truck driver and professional wrestler who now lives in a trailer park in Big Tuna, TX where he runs Luchador Press and is also a passionate HAMM radio enthusiast. He may be reached at luchadorpress@gmail.com.


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