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By Jack Joseph Smith

Alot older than passed down gloves You know that no one has ever had a pair of gloves on in the mine I wanted to get a ease from a ship and put it up but I didn't I just stuffed it as high as you get up in the choossit And they could search my silk forever for the shells We are tight belly and long legs high forhead the two of us wooden stock of course The perfect country song A big brass bed When I walk across the room Anywhere the way a women walks he is behind me

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The poem turns bed, body, mine, and hidden shells into a country-song image of intimacy under pressure.

Gloves, mine work, silk, shells, forehead, stock, and the big brass bed all make the speaker's relationship feel built from objects rather than declarations. That indirectness gives the page its tension.

Claude

Gloves older than anything passed down; the mine where no one has ever worn them. Silk hiding shells in the closet. The tight belly, long legs, high forehead `wooden stock of course` — lover and rifle fused again into `The perfect country song / A big brass bed`.