(seq.)
~ salutations for daughter
dear pilot of my father’s animal
dear tree
the ahistoric
ghost
dear space
blood
~ daughteresque
what would she ask
sadness
that old blindfold
from the future
how did you
get old, how
did my father
eat
and eat
at the same
time
perhaps
you’ve seen it
the mask
that took
my face
~ motheresque
she can’t stop herself
from knowing
the fleas
are burning
what with
her passionless
baby
its biological
god
~ afteresque
what bone am I, stillness?
what can I tell my son
I carried?
what is it knows me
that isn’t god
by the humans
I am
in my sleep?
infancy, what overtakes
your period
of mourning?
kingsoftrain 
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