By the time we fled our house
and the jackals
we’d become expert thieves,
really wonderful liars.
We smiled and told people how happy we were
while picking their pockets.
— excerpt from “Muscle Memory,” by Len Kuntz
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For special occasions we ate
white rice slathered with whipped cream and pineapple chunks.
Before that was German food,
hamburger baked inside dough,
fried dough and potatoes
— excerpt from “Glorified Rice,” by Len Kuntz
Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of the story collection Dark Sunshine (Connotation Press).
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