I meet you 
in a tawny tryst, 
beg at the door. 
There are gaps. 
I hear God has laser vision, 
sees the noose 
hiding in the pines, 
hears the plaintive mutt 
yelp down the road 
even as cars sink 
in the waters 
where the freeway 
used to be.
Jennifer Hernandez, Minnesota teacher/writer, has performed her poetry at a non-profit garage, a taxidermy-filled bike shop, and in the kitchen for her children.

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