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Rocker

Rocker saw me crying and thought it was because clothes was dry yet. But I guess I knew it I was ashamed of her. She bit her lip and wasn't. I even felt of all the clothes to see, put her hand back up to her hair. The stupid thing was that I couldn't tell that I was going to see if the first load of but they were frozen to the line. Then I simply stood there as the mud soaked into her. I couldn't say anything. I turned away my tennis shoes and I listened to the and ran outside. I pretended to myself silence, Legs lathed and turned by Selmer Thomas (pronounced Zelmer) from down on the KentuckyTennessee line. Each spindle topped with a distinctive knob, his signature. These may be the last "cause he's old and got the ulcers terrible." There's his spine in these steam-curved slats that ladder the back. Some of his lost hearth in the blond joints fit snugly to sockets. The country of his wrists in these spots and streaks. Unknotted, roughed out, he's all maple except for the seat, withes of willow whose strength has some give. His future is slow oil rubbed into these grains. The room wobbles on his ribs as he gives himself wholly to motion. Richard Taylor http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

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University of North Carolina Press
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Copyright © Berea College
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1940-5081
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Abstract

saw me crying and thought it was because clothes was dry yet. But I guess I knew it I was ashamed of her. She bit her lip and wasn't. I even felt of all the clothes to see, put her hand back up to her hair. The stupid thing was that I couldn't tell that I was going to see if the first load of but they were frozen to the line. Then I simply stood there as the mud soaked into her. I couldn't say anything. I turned away my tennis shoes and I listened to the and ran outside. I pretended to myself silence, Legs lathed and turned by Selmer Thomas (pronounced Zelmer) from down on the KentuckyTennessee line. Each spindle topped with a distinctive knob, his signature. These may be the last "cause he's old and got the ulcers terrible." There's his spine in these steam-curved slats that ladder the back. Some of his lost hearth in the blond joints fit snugly to sockets. The country of his wrists in these spots and streaks. Unknotted, roughed out, he's all maple except for the seat, withes of willow whose strength has some give. His future is slow oil rubbed into these grains. The room wobbles on his ribs as he gives himself wholly to motion. Richard Taylor

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1975

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