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Jeffrey Winke

Wide Enough to Handle

Unable to chew the bite of Cajun-seasoned fried monkfish without intense, blinding-white pain, he massages his lower jaw while the common yellow cat, who is not really yellow in the sense of a kid selecting yellow from a pile of crayons to make a happy sun over her home that has mom, dad, brother, their dog and her standing in front of which is located next door to the creepy babysitter who once tried to cop a feel of her budding girlness, rubs a comforting purr-filled chin against his brown corduroy pants that are so vintage old they have belt-loops wide enough to handle a belt that Sly Stone would have worn while singing “Hot Fun in the Summertime” in 1969 while tilting his sweating face with bushy sideburns and massive Afro toward the blazing hot yellow sun.

estate sale
impeach LBJ button found
in a dresser drawer