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" 'Feathered Indians' Was Playing
on the Radio" by Michael Gebelein

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you had the covers pulled up to your chin

and you said

‘you can never, ever, ever write about this’

I told you that I couldn’t promise anything

but I waited a couple of weeks before I thought

it would be safe to say that there, in that moment

I knew this story from front to back

how we’d see the sand and the ocean

streak across each other's backs

gravel roads in June

red wine in the afternoon and

dog kisses at midnight.