upright, I display the dead
battery
of my dreams.
daylight
is the bald spot
of my father’s
god.
of late, rumors
have surfaced
in regards
to my mother’s
infamously
pastoral
aerobics.
how to jack
a scarecrow
off. how to go
unheard
by the occupant
of an outhouse.
most people are not women, and think
only
in birth
scenes.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
upright, I display the dead
battery
of my dreams.
daylight
is the bald spot
of my father’s
god.
of late, rumors
have surfaced
in regards
to my mother’s
infamously
pastoral
aerobics.
how to jack
a scarecrow
off. how to go
unheard
by the occupant
of an outhouse.
most people are not women, and think
only
in birth
scenes.
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