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CL Bledsoe DAVE MATHEWS
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It's so cold in the apartment our pet rats are sneezing. She says, "You've ruined a lot of things for me. I may not be able to believe in God anymore, but I can believe in Dave Matthews."
We've given one of the rats medicine. We can only afford it for one. It was sick first and it spread. They share, like children in books from the 1800s. If it gets well, maybe that will spread.
They treat us like rats, groom us if we lie where they can reach us. She plays "Satellite" and one of them sticks its nose in my ear. Another roots in my hair, crawls on top of my head and sits. She laughs, it rings out like music. My ears are filling. Maybe it will spread.
CL Bledsoe has work in over 150 journals, including Nimrod,
Margie, The Cimarron Review, and Canopic Jar. His first
collection, Anthem, is forthcoming later this year. He is an editor
for Ghoti Magazine.
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