the camera is blind. the blind
my dog
is going.
in my mother’s sleep
I am kind
to think
she lost it.
a foreign adoption, a procured act
of landfall.
I bomb my lifelong
dollish
sense
of the photogenic…
the dogs were fat, the ticks were full.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
the camera is blind. the blind
my dog
is going.
in my mother’s sleep
I am kind
to think
she lost it.
a foreign adoption, a procured act
of landfall.
I bomb my lifelong
dollish
sense
of the photogenic…
the dogs were fat, the ticks were full.
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