Poetry: “Gavone” by Lynn Hoffman
I was here before you and you and youse especially. When there was room to hide on downwind side of brownstone stoop or in the alley by Carmine’s where me and Eddie doo-wopped, doo-wopped. I owned the street. It was wild then feral, forest, lamppost trees offa parking lot steppes. and we were the wolves […]
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