core
the thinking was
the kids
they’d report
my disappearance
–
I saw two men trade guns
and assured
my brother
that men
differ
–
no one
today
is dead, the newborn
is letting
the lipstick
dry
–
my other movie is a fistfight
–
my other movie is the horse
my drowning
mother
drank
–
my other movie is not the dog
of my sister’s
first
hand, nor the nothing
I taste
on my way
to salt
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