For John T. Allen or When a Man Can’t Get to the Next Corner
Issue #50
Winter 1989
John T. Allen, you had only $3.25. But now you are somewhere rubbing your arm, putting alcohol on that cracked cheek, now redder than when you went out into the cold. Somewhere you are opening the window to let that...
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