Joe

By Holly Day

I pretend I’m blind so they won’t bother

me, but even I know when I’m

being so persistently

stalked. I admit I’m a killer

 

but it was out of love. It’s

a complicated story, but if

the man in the shadows wants to ask me

why I killed his brother, he can come into the light

 

and ask me and I will tell him. I will.

 

 

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Holly Day is a housewife and mother of two living in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Her poetry has recently appeared in Hawai’i Pacific Review, The Oxford American, and Slipstream. Her book publications include Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar-All-in-One for Dummies, and Music Theory for Dummies, which has recently been translated into French, Dutch, Spanish, Russian, and Portuguese.


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