View the rest of the poems from Aereal Doyle in the March
2006 edition:
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penicillin
by Aereal Doyle
your name came up again today
you must be almost thirty &
i didn’t want to be the one to ruin you
four a.m.
with a radio dogs &
an empty bottle of maker’s
i say aloud i wasn’t
perhaps you are happy or
haunted
i can’t piss anymore
i can’t even play with it
without burning my hand
i laugh alone in the dark
Aereal
says: "Bred and matured in southern California, resettled to Nashville
for ten years, my adventurous upbringing brings a perspective to culture
both from within and without. Many take culture rather seriously but my
sense of humor belies my respect for the human condition."
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