Sticky wee bastards,
my father, patient as George
Washington, let you
crawl over his face
as he talked Republican
bull back in the day.
A day would come when
they would not try our patience—
just nice white people.
O revolution!
No innocence, no patience
for you now, sticky
wee bastards, not since
Daddy’s generation lost
its patience with fact.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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