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Andrew Jackson Is Contagious

By Richard Cambridge

For Allison Hedge Coke

 

The ATM spits out twenties.
Andrew Jackson is contagious.
I put him in the dishwasher.
No amount of laundering
Can cleanse his stain.

 

I set him to dry on the radiator.
It whistles a happy tune.
The devil cranks up the temperature.
He marches Andrew on a trail of coals.
Jackson’s soul peels in hell.

Richard Cambridge’s poetry, fiction, and reviews have appeared in Solstice Literary Magazine, Tupelo Quarterly, About Place, and other publications. He curates Poets’ Theatre, a monthly series at the Arts at the Armory in Somerville, MA. He is the recipient of the Cambridge Peace and Justice Award for his art and activism.

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