Curtis Perdue


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This is a small house.
The deer barely fits.

Everything’s going
to be ok. The piano

has no keys, but the deer
still plays. Songs

about a doe
in a small house

under the influence of light.
Outside, neighbors

gather to hear
her heart’s gold

note. Someone
is knocking at the door.




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