alone
I can cover
two handprints.
the rooms my father enters are bugged.
mother is dumb from pretending
to hit her head.
talking is hell. hell belongs
to a little
devil
that shrinks.
you throw a cell phone at a dog, okay.
pick up the phone
and find
the dog.
let god think
he sees
our puppets.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
alone
I can cover
two handprints.
the rooms my father enters are bugged.
mother is dumb from pretending
to hit her head.
talking is hell. hell belongs
to a little
devil
that shrinks.
you throw a cell phone at a dog, okay.
pick up the phone
and find
the dog.
let god think
he sees
our puppets.
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