upland
within the beating
there were smaller
beatings
–
delirium, the haunted sandbox
–
in his, my brother could taste the rib of a mosquito
in mine, I could taste
my voice
–
them kids had time to fetch
other kids
there was
no hell
within the beating
there were smaller
beatings
–
delirium, the haunted sandbox
–
in his, my brother could taste the rib of a mosquito
in mine, I could taste
my voice
–
them kids had time to fetch
other kids
there was
no hell

Absolutely loved this
a sincere thanks for taking the time.