ICE CREAM
by Edward Doughtery
when Walter writes about
ice cream
I want some
the smooth
in uniform
feel
the limits of your language
his strides
of escape
are the limits
through
from
of your world,
the bus
1963
says Wittenstein
station
Birmingham
echo
he ordered himself a vanilla cone to mute stares
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