Mary Goff's Writings
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Short Story
Sep.04.2009
Self, 2009
Melanie came home, stripped her uniform off and showered. Managing a restaurant had definitely been taking its toll on her mind, not to mention her soul. But it paid the bills and at least she was no longer just a waitress trying to make ends meet. After eating another “TV special” and the late night line up faded into paid commercials, she smoked a cigarette on...
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Poem
Sep.03.2009
self, 2009
He was crucified
for the sins of the crows;
trapped among the rows of corn—
it’s not that he can’t scream,
or wave his arms in protest
it’s just that he finds birds
grotesque.
He hangs, a rag-doll
black-balled by the world,
and defeated by
the sheer weight of bird-shit.
His disillusionment grows by the day,
an unbearable thrum of,
“If I could eat you, I would...
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