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It was the literature of Prussia
That brought her to my door
But I didn't want to rush her
So I asked her what to pour

Whiskey and coffee and cigarettes
A castle in her dreams
A voyeur and a baroness
A monster nailed to a tree
There's a hole way out in the desert
There's a hole deep down in my heart
The wolves are dining on the shepherd
The wolves are tearing us apart

Magnetic sushi mocked us from the fridge
My cupboards were barren
A pigeon on the window ledge
Would bleed our teeth would tear in

And all those girls haunted Bolaño
She said
In Juarez where they died
It's getting late now you have to go
I said
I've got no more tears left to cry

There's a hole way out in the desert
There's a hole deep down in my heart
The wolves are dining on the shepherd
The wolves are tearing us apart


Eddie Jeffrey's work has appeared in O-Dark-Thirty, The Three
Quarter Review, Thrice Fiction, JazzTimes, and the Alexandria
Times. He is an editor of Baltimore Review.
The Literature of
Prussia in Juarez