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Tabloid Belief I was too young to ask if she believed, The papers that spilled at her feet, With headlines of bat boys and elvis, miracle cures and UFOs, Her feet awash in that sea of ink Weighed by heavy shoes, those thick stockings rolled like elephant trunks, There was little else in that bare floored space, But the scuffs of six children she raised alone, Her husband taken by agents of the state, (Cont…) #Poetry