Still Love Her Poem by Wayne Jackson

Bulljack, Damn It You Stll Love Her

By Wayne Jackson 1950-1989

“Bulljack, damn it, you still love her, don’t you?” I lay
there and thought about it for a minute. Mary’s hands brushed through
my hair where it lay in her lap. Very light fingered, barely touched the
scalp, all the way back. Sometimes I think I’m half cat.

“Yeah”, I said out loud, “I”

“ I guess I do.”

Still Love Her Poem Copyright © 1997 by Donald Wayne Jackson,
All rights reserved

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