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Moon Croon in Eatontown
Mercy and Fred stand spitting seeds outside the porta potty
between the construction site and convenience store;
Rick is inside puking. He’s got too much something and not
enough something else-food; restraint; who knows?
Mercy’s social is tattooed across her neck. In case they find
my body, she told her mother. Now, she sings “Love Me
Tender.” Fred is listening past her voice for the next train
to the City, the one so many boys have been jumping in
front of. How many in this handful of years? Some fathers,
too, whose shame has grown on the tracks, and Fred
thinks the whole town is down and afraid. He wants
out. The nighttime whistle seems low and sad; for some
it rings hope, others anger. The train comes this way, goes
that, but everyone ends up in the same place-fly away
or lay down flat-someone singing old Elvis tunelessly
waiting out the night in a 7-Eleven parking lot.