Charcaters
i walked with her a while, listening
then waved goodbye at the bottom of main street hill
i hadn’t gone far
when i heard the train whistle
one of the things I like best about mr. hirsh is
that he didn’t move himself up here
thinking how rich he would get
No amount of air will get the smell of her out of my nose, the soot of her out of my eyes
i was born a protestant.
but i’d join the catholic church
before
i’d throw my lot in with the klan