as I come into someone else’s own, I agree to meet my brother at a clawfoot tub I hope is still there. I fill a bucket with water and leave it with my wife for good luck. I walk from the house in mild weather and become plain to you. I pass the mud my father’s eye goes without. I tire. I come to in my brother’s arms and his badge has left a mark on my cheek. sleep is like a slug I can’t overtake and then it is my tongue or in its privacy. brother roughs me into the tub headfirst so I can hear the highway. he preaches and they were followed by two sets of footprints until the footprints had to rest else they’d be too fat to die. these parts you're money or hush money.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
as I come into someone else’s own, I agree to meet my brother at a clawfoot tub I hope is still there. I fill a bucket with water and leave it with my wife for good luck. I walk from the house in mild weather and become plain to you. I pass the mud my father’s eye goes without. I tire. I come to in my brother’s arms and his badge has left a mark on my cheek. sleep is like a slug I can’t overtake and then it is my tongue or in its privacy. brother roughs me into the tub headfirst so I can hear the highway. he preaches and they were followed by two sets of footprints until the footprints had to rest else they’d be too fat to die. these parts you're money or hush money.
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