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    Hey Kid
    Hey Kid
    Hey Kid
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    Hey Kid

    By Rae Bailey

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    Verse on grief, from the outside.

    This is how losing him felt to me.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe Mysterium
    Release dateJan 24, 2019
    ISBN9780463648209
    Hey Kid
    Author

    Rae Bailey

    I used to make marginal notes in books, but now verse scribbles in me in its margin. I am more substantial than my shadow, but less substantial than my reflection. I am not a one-eyed seller of garlic. Sorry about the verse, it just happens.

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      Book preview

      Hey Kid - Rae Bailey

      To him, and to her.

      You know who you are

      CHAPTER ONE

      Other titles

      With the Superstars:

      Some Assembly Required

      Functioning as Intended

      Contents

      Other titles

      1 First knowing

      2 Baked funeral meats

      3 Snot

      4 Take it to the bridge

      5 Virtual conversation

      6 Lifelie mirrors

      7 Graffiti

      8 Heroes

      9 Blithering

      10 Two boxes

      11 Take-away

      12 Cairn

      13 Blood on the tracks

      14 Sink

      15 Alien unsonnet

      16 Shakespeare, you, me and aliens

      17 Questions

      18 Outsiders

      19 Kafkaesque

      20 Reading light

      21 Gift

      21 Friend

      22 Hey Kid

      Author

      First knowing

      And in sad cypress let him be laid.

      Sweet child.

      Brightness stepping into dark.

      Here's gentian for you.

      And damned are those who answer

      A cry of pain with protocol.

      No gentian for them

      Nor torch for the halls of Dis.

      May they be laid in upas.

      Baked funeral meats

      Driving up to Scotland for the celebration of your life,

      Stopped at the services on Shap: bright sunlight, warm air.

      I imagined the map of my route seeing dark, vast craters

      Blasted into the places you and I had been: dancing, laughing.

      Drove north through the sun with hot tears needling eyesight;

      Wondered how to travel through the

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