Baltimore Is Reads
Winter 2008 | Issue 3
ALL I WANT IS SOMETHING TO CHEW ON
Blake Butler
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Dreams of rubber rubbed the puncturein my father's head that I came out of.
For years he ate across from me at the table.
My mother often made the same thing.
Several times I soaked in her bathtub
while reading his copies of Penthouse Letters.
I've always slept with the door locked.
In the summers the grass would grow bright white.
It's not that I have a problem
it's that I have been to the same place so many times.