*
*
endless
unnumbered pages in the
book
of pain and it’s here where youwrite your truths and it’s here
you are written on
wars
yesand the more complex atrocities
of one-on-one
cupped
hands
overflowing
with blood
take
her money
then
dig a shallow grave
another
child’s mother
buried
alive
a
small chapter no one
ever
remembers* *
tongue
tied in
holy
knots w/eyes almost
blind he is not
speaking to god
he is not
speaking at all is
not sleeping but
dreaming is not
awake but
falling and he
is standing at
the edge of the
highway and
he is laughing
and she is
almost she is
getting into
the car she is
smiling and
she is crying
and she is
driving away
with the rest
of his life
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