Boneless Wing Tuesday cheered up nobody. The poets stayed home and tried their hands inventing bad haircuts. Chet took off his shirt and broke the news about his parents. “I’m not crying, you’re crying,” my niece said, practicing her inauguration speech. Then, going out on a limb, “I, too, would like to mourn America’s uncle.” I took two steps outside and knocked over a potted plant, but that was an accident.
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from Wrong Horse–published by Moria Books
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Nate Logan is the author of Wrong Horse (Moria Books, 2024) and Inside the Golden Days of Missing You (Magic Helicopter Press, 2019). He lives in Indiana.
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