the kind of laziness animals have, that kind of panicked longing…

and brevity, the faith
of insects

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my shadow, of course, afraid of its borrowed blood

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that barn
in the middle of nowhere’s haunted eyesight

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the invisible
after-hours
birth, and the woman

who keeps the baby
despite
its perfection

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this quiet in the redneck’s
library
of forgiveness, this thunder…

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the agony of the boomerang’s maker