there is no light in the darkness
that is not a worried man.

I can tell you nothing you know.

my sons are two.  my sons play faith.

under my wife I am a shadow of joy.

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(over which I smuggle the thoughts of my acquaintances)

one-way bridge.

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my hands are weak or would not be called hands.

when mother collapsed
god had a plan.  it included
the double life
of my father’s

ankles.

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some I sanction, some I don’t.
some are **** creative.

suicides leftward of the unlit life.

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I put my fist in your purse and leave it there and you let me.
we mass produce

eye contact.

we are both small, about love, about to bang
our heads
on the poor.