ye
again
this baby
so okay
with dying
/ I was in the outhouse
praying
for deer
a thumbsucker
sold
on the second
coming
of invisibility, or host
of my father’s
most remembered
midwestern
gameshow
/ and my poems
they would not
flower
/ I quoted mom,
two eggs
to make
a phone
fate
will protect
nostalgia
kingsoftrain 
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