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Darren C. Demaree


I saw a sparrow fly into one of the downed lines & burst into flames. We were all hungry after that. We needed new smells & a righteous table. We brought the vodka into the Denny’s around 2am. We bought milkshakes & all of the fries. Five of us were bleeding. Four of us had already had sex Nobody wanted any meat.


Darren C. Demaree is the author of eight poetry collections, most recently Two Towns Over (March 2018), which was selected as the winner of the Louise Bogan Award by Trio House Press. He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry.

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