annihilatives
the brainwashed and the blindfolded will then switch children
and you will spend a year
a year
at least
throwing a slipper
at a farm machine
dream: grief a mile
grave
an inch…
you won’t eat much
and your eyesight
will trade its crow
for a bar of soap
your father will fake his death
to distract
room service
from his country
roots
and an insect
inside a stick
will die
and the stick
will live

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