My Eyebrow Curls Like the Devil's 1955

This is the second in an occasional series of autobiographical poems.... The Gaylynn was only a quarter; The serial started at ten. Saturday, every weekend, I walked to the movies with Ben. The game, as we walked along North Street, To walk swiftly, missing each crack. And Ben, whose stride was much longer, Left me…

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