Arthur
Arthur
I recall my poor uncle Arthur
sitting on the stoop drinking vodka.
Aunt Martha pulled a shiv;
said he just couldn’t live,
then she boiled his cirrhotic liver
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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