Noirboiled Notes
Pulp poems, book reviews, and other tidbits from the noirboiled world
Monday, December 7, 2009
Pulp Poem of the Week
All I could see
was that she was barely there,
like something you almost recall:
the Pledge of Allegiance,
your daddy's real name.
Daniel Woodrell
Tomato Red
1998
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