Nov 2015
he can’t tell a baby
here
not from
a hole
in the ground
a white sock in father’s stomach
the rabbit’s head
we use
for mowing
saying
instead of chore
char, mother
saying
it’s his
her blood
sleepwalking
here
not from
a hole
in the ground
a white sock in father’s stomach
the rabbit’s head
we use
for mowing
saying
instead of chore
char, mother
saying
it’s his
her blood
sleepwalking
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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