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AIN’T WE LUCKY WE GOT ‘EM, GOOD TIMES

by Rodrick Minor On a cherryplanked floor in Durham I twerk my soul          into the weekend I sweat out my devils over the crooner’s voice   An exorcism in the wee hours  Hips gyrate allusions of Jazz June in a beehive of celestial beings  Fingers pranced in air          as if the Holy Ghost graspContinue reading “AIN’T WE LUCKY WE GOT ‘EM, GOOD TIMES”