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bread. earnest living.
material
for the roof repair
the rain damage
the brain damage
forgive this
“hey I’ve died twice”
listening through
the walls
children in there
babies that
represent
purest droplets
filtered
“I win all your spelling bees”

apologize for this
I fit the words together
piece what makes sense
and that’s my best
my own self taught editing
amounting up
amassing the lists

we are caught up
on our own hooks
feed ourselves
our own poison
we bomb ourselves
we eat our own flesh
we propagate what is watery
we have talk show conversations
the issues just confuse us
we mug an old lady in Baltimore
the rage has its avenue
it takes its turns
we rape the weaker
we are raped by
someone stronger
we turn our own skin back
we don’t know what it is
we move from place to place
to our last place
ears lose hearing
eyes lose sight
the mouth talks out
its last audible word
the body doesn’t know
what else to do