“. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.”
Rodney Jones“No one showed any signs of recognizing me. I didn't know what I'd do if they did, other than lie like a devil and pray like a saint.”
Rodney Jones, All the Butterflies in the World“. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.”
Rodney Jones, Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems 1985-2005