BILL WINCHESTER

Bill Winchester writes fiction and poetry. He is from America and went to American schools.

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standing outside a convenience store, waiting for you

they make condoms
that claim to enhance the sensation

they put bacon on hamburgers
and
they put jewelry on cats

they make flags for
all kinds of things,
malls, amusement parks, national parks, and post offices

they make flags
and they
clip them on
and
put them up there






children in the snow

the snow
had covered the
barn
so that
no one
could enter.
we stood
waist-deep
in the snow
poking at a
frozen buzzard
with a stick
and
in the distance
we heard a
piano
though
neither of our families
owned one






she bends

she bends
to fix her shoe
and no cars honk

they plow
with uneasy hands
and
uneasy wheels

their crime
is
unseemly and curious,
it bends
and shadows.

our night
is our night

let's take the streets,
terrible with rain






madness in december

there is madness in december,
it has white knuckles and
hears pindrops

it howls
and
breaks windows

and it uses
the birds
to sing its
soulful
songs

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