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Vol. 20, No. 2: Summer 2014

Apple Slices

by Todd Boss

“…flavored of tin from the lip of the cup of a dented thermos passed between us—”

Apple Slices
—eaten rightoff the jackknife in
moons, half moons,
quarter moons and
crescents—
still
summon common
summer afternoons
I spent as my dad’s
jobsite grunt

This article appears as an abstract above, the complete article can be accessed in Project Muse
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