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New Poems by Henry Hughes

The American Journal of Poetry has published two new poems by Henry.

Henry Hughes
Our Drinking
 
Exiled temptations,
a cool glass of outerspace, a movie
mobbed with friends. One more peach
from the waxy box of overripe.
 
We trip on egg shells
and swab our knees with gin,
caps spinning
until our talked-off heads
sag like diapers.
 
Noon cleanups, the missing acres
of last night, lights on, gate left open,
dog run off. Memory’s slash and wince,
thick woods and a stalled jeep.
 
Asleep on the backseat,
sweet child we never had.

Read Henry’s second poem in the journal.

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