Bulljack, Damn It You Stll Love Her
By Wayne Jackson 1950-1989
Bulljack, damn it, you still love her, dont you? I lay
there and thought about it for a minute. Marys 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 Im half cat.
Yeah, I said out loud, “I”
I guess I do.
Still Love Her Poem Copyright © 1997 by Donald Wayne Jackson,
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