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UNCLE EGGPLANT

When I was a teenager,

my parents would go away

and stick me with the job

of watching blind Uncle Harry.

I’d buckle him in the front

seat of my Chevy Nova

and take him with me

on drug runs into the city.

Okay, Har, you wait here —

I’m gonna dash into this flower

shop and pick up the azaleas.

One day, I returned to the car,

and Harry was gone. I sped

home, placed an eggplant

on his pillow, and told my

parents I found him this way.