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May 2019
rah-deh doesn't understand the blows he is taking
his arm over his head
does nothing

this is an inland characteristic
raising the arm
doing nothing

bleeding does nothing
and that's the trick
rah-deh needs

he is in the weeds
flipping thru old screeds
scratches on his arms

when he dies
nothing is left
to die

he circles back
wretching
easier days cooler nights

both places
see him
at the same time

and unravel
their can't be's
and can't say why
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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