untitled
easy on the eyes, her parents
invisible
in the white-haired dream of stroke’s snowfall
–
her other, the apple-diver gone AWOL from the priesthood
her twin, tapped out
of being
born
–
the grey bullfrog
god of her brother’s
swollen
neck
–
what else
a fat kid
hearing
how he won’t
hang himself,
a sleeping bag
puking
on the topmost
stair
kingsoftrain 
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