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"underdog", "oh dolores", "were you born in a barn" by J. R. Wilkerson



underdog


they say timing is everything, the kids right now

they can’t appreciate how

we would make fun where there was none

we had world war vets that built  

our slides

our swing sets, twelve-feet tall 

and galvanized, heavy chain all browned by use

and oxidation 

kids would swing in great parabolas, ample space for 

kids to race below that’s how it’d go 

to lay in wait the backswing, steppin’ lively when it’s time

to run

like hell knowing full well

like something’s chasing close behind, underdog

is what we called it

is what 

we screamed when 

we ran, until the dog gets caught and so i was

that day 

that johnson kid, they didn’t try to miss

me tripping, caught

me square 

where all went slipping, falling breathless far beyond 

where child and earth converged



oh dolores


please

excuse me

i’m so sorry

i overstay

i overshare

i spillover

over and over

everywhere



were you born in a barn


she barked at me,

i thought

maybe was

raised by wolves,

that joke

you know, he

walked into a bar

another round

was bought

of homemade for

the baying,

broke

disciples at

the door, ajar




J. R. Wilkerson is a DC-area resident by way of Lawrenceburg, Missouri.

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