Markham Johnson
At five am, thick bundles litter the front porch
of the highway patrol, while all the newspaper boys
in South Tulsa pop Lucifer matches on their thumbnails
and wrap Tulsa Worlds with thin green rubber bands.
This is the day Jackson Harlow spits Red Man on a…
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