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The Way Some People Laugh at Funerals
When he hasn’t come after me
after all and I’ve run all the way home
and he’s not given chase
I can’t help chuckling in the safety of my hallway
to imagine him his long sleeves and pants
Latex pulled tight as skin over his hands
towel on his head under his hat
bag like a workman’s slung over
one shoulder wondering how long
he crouched in the heat waiting for me
where the trees thickenat the ridge top
all dressed up and no one to do 
Intention Tremor
The Way Some People Laugh at Funerals