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By Jack Joseph Smith

Short Stories Dear Mr. Dennis Lienemann I wasn't an Indian Her eyes were stern and always a lift in her Smile The brat with her balloons and then a leather chair The walk with blue suede shoes Over the railing with my son Pus ed off of Big Bear Me as John Wayne Across the border for a shoe shine A bad view from a bridge First and last shot Eyes on the mat How his life and death had reached the stars The only emotionally disturbed kid getting paid Homosexuality of the heart The only name on the Tower The belt in the fireplace Let him play the gutar And she wasn't even sixteen One knee on the cement To only want the river Crying does not exist To let him go his way At the top of the stairs The Minister and the millworker and the piano The first of the wine The better part of the Hearse

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`Short Stories` reads as a dense index of autobiographical story seeds, moving through family, death, sexuality, class, violence, music, and river-desire as if mapping an unwritten archive.

Cleaning the OCR makes the list's table-of-contents quality clearer. Each line feels like a compressed narrative title rather than a developed poem.

Claude

'Short Stories' works as a table of contents for an unwritten archive of a life. After the salutation 'Dear Mr. Dennis Lienemann / I wasn't an Indian,' the page becomes a column of one-line capsules, each a story compressed to its load-bearing image: 'The walk with blue suede shoes,' 'Me as John Wayne,' 'First and last shot / Eyes on the mat,' 'The only name on the Tower,' 'The belt in the fireplace,' 'And she wasn't even sixteen,' 'The Minister and the millworker and the piano.' It closes on mortality and ritual - 'The first of the wine / The better part of the Hearse' - each line a narrative title rather than a developed poem.