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Beth McDonough - Stolen at No. 59
Edited by JODY PORTER
Stolen at No. 59
Beth McDonough
I sneck his garden gate, check twice – hide
behind his walls to steal. The second time
this year. I whisper past his dry of pots, duck
beneath his kitchen sills, although I know
he’s nowhere near. I pull out pinks of fleshy stems –
I’m stealing Ronnie’s rhubarb, witnessed just
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