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View the rest of the poems from Aereal Doyle in the March 2006 edition:

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
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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