Since It’s Burning
My stomach is a handle of whiskeystaying just as cold while foxesdrag their teeth along the window glass.Out here in the green burstswhere the earth rocks gentlyon the fingers of the skyI cannot find the lanternsfloating in the local creekwhere frogs all flicktheir tongues aroundand whistle. Target practice in the clearingpast the mismatched truckswith broken […]
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