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2017-460-E Arts - Pam Baggett - 2017-18 Arts Grant Agreement
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7/1/2017
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7/1/2017
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6/30/2018
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$1,365.00
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DocuSign Envelope ID:3E2A8197-2735-44CA-8810-5AD399233576 <br /> Pam Baggett <br /> 8800 Wilkerson Road <br /> Cedar Grove NC 27231 <br /> 919-732-9403 <br /> nightair@mindspring.com <br /> Voodoo Child(Slight Return) <br /> If I don't see you again in this world <br /> I'll meet you in the next one, don't be late. <br /> Jimi Hendrix <br /> My friend, in your grave two years <br /> and a winter. Is there a you to tell I'm not over it? <br /> Or am I talking to the wind when I walk, <br /> black crows screeching like the notes <br /> Jimi bent until they ripped us open, broke us <br /> in ways so different from how I feel broken now. <br /> When you, then your mother, died, <br /> I bid goodbye to the brick ranch where we'd slept <br /> beneath posters of the Stones and the New York Dolls, <br /> or stood in that funky pink-tiled bathroom, <br /> staring at our zits, our too-small tits in the mirror. <br /> You: gorgeous hair, swarthy Greek skin, <br /> a mix of confidence and self-delusion <br /> that let you believe Johnny Ross might one day want you, <br /> even after years of being ignored. <br /> Me: slender, small, distrustful, <br /> though we talked each other into believing <br /> everything boys said, rubbing the subject of love <br /> like a worry stone. <br /> We took our own friendship for granted <br /> so that it fell apart at seventeen. Fast-forward <br /> to our reunion, like a band getting back together, <br /> that old synchronicity, before cancer played you, <br /> a note rolling off into infinity. Rock stars and teens <br /> may be immortal,but I suspect the rest of us <br /> are dust. If I'm wrong, keep the porch light burning— <br /> soon as I'm gone from this world <br /> I'll meet you in the next one. Don't be late. <br /> Slated for a chapbook entitled Wild Horses <br />
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