knowing
I will soon
go soft
on spiders
my mother
crushes
an egg
to keep it
she says
from choking (father
he brains the head of what god could not squeeze into (brother
invents
a dead
sister
and with her
laments
the loss
of the throwing
arm
that now
predicts
the rain
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
knowing
I will soon
go soft
on spiders
my mother
crushes
an egg
to keep it
she says
from choking (father
he brains the head of what god could not squeeze into (brother
invents
a dead
sister
and with her
laments
the loss
of the throwing
arm
that now
predicts
the rain
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