First Job
by Thomas Cochran
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Gasoline dried
and cracked
my hands, tips
of fingers sliced
at nail corners
by that and cold
mornings pumping
gallons going
at thirty-two
for low Regular
and forty-one
for high Premium—-
Hamic’s Gulf,
long time ago.
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