scold and gather
seeing my mother
gives me
the swallows.
her sickness is bravery.
she tells the tv
its food
is too close. stillness
that she’s already
eaten.
our house is surrounded by sticks.
it is not god
gives man
something to bundle, bring inside
and break. I can piss
and put soap
on my hands.
kingsoftrain 
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