"1967" After Larry Levis I hear it mostly in the deep guttural tailpipes of Fords & Chevys revving out of a Friday afternoon high school parking lot in a small New Mexican desert town-Sunset Avenue pulsing like a neck vein that leads to the heart of downtown, where Main Street pumps cars all night stop light to stop light between the A&W and the Tasty-Freeze, engines overheating then finally boiling over in ice-patched two a.m. driveways, cooling...
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