NOTES
FROM THE NIGHT
Magic
causality.
Superstitions
are abridged takes.
Daughter
born with soft heart
because I
grieved while I carried her.
Father’s
leadfoot.
Can’t
send out.
On the
inside, petty.
Stuffing,
ogling.
Now
that’s a fucking queen.
Laughing
at.
The phone
is my shepherd,
hollow
point.
HAIKU
The dog
is sleeping.
I am so
goddamned tired.
I think
she is too.
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