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Posted in Dem Boys, Friends, Poetry on Jan 29th, 2010 2 Comments »
My Son the Man
by Sharon Olds
Suddenly his shoulders get a lot wider,
the way Houdini would expand his body
while people were putting him in chains. It seems
no time since I would help him to put on his sleeper,
guide his calves into the gold interior,
zip him up and toss him up and
catch his weight. I [...]

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