our adventure and he is going to be there and then moved.
we don't know if i want the wealthy.
undetected by a mode of—tell!—anything,
you want to get there.
you've been through a regular remove.
likely you are (i am not)
a rather lengthy and going forward dynasty.
this is only for trained professionals,
dear, we could bear!
for miracles happen: babies.
(i would go near eighty for our first.)
adhering to hang, theory did exist.
needed to know that we were rained, here.
cap and iron from an american.
so do you think i know?
how would your legs' sudden action?
i don't have a lot of the discount tabloids, pride, family:
will thank you, still up,
would rank by all of you.
girl on bombs,
he was trying to hurt. injured instructor,
any money, sheila.
agony and pain come from within, but gave only...
born all of the details.
when we are unable to help,
the means will be people along the way.
optimal envelope: painless.
by the time of the following,
all growing already,
the part of our own commitment.
politically, habitats where bad
don't think the landing.
all got here,
guns fading, her welfare programs
the more memorable.
anyway (right, fair):
when i got to,
go, nailing down early ground.
Poet's note: This is a chronological collage of the captions produced by virtual speech recognition technology of "Keystone Cowboy Rides Again!," a home video uploaded by Gary Wayne Lewis (2009).
Thea Goodrich is a recent graduate of Kenyon College, where she was awarded the John Crowe Ransom and Academy of American Poets prizes. She now lives in Brooklyn and helps edit literature textbooks. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Hanging Loose, PingPong, The Nervous Breakdown, North Dakota Quarterly, The Kenyon Review Online, and The Toast.
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