{ re: mote }
SOME OLDER PLACES
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[animal masks on the floor of the ocean]
mouse, teacup of the missing stork-
owl, lamb of night-
this was god. he was sad and everyone noticed.
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[lost priest]
I come from a place where a school bus hits a dog and the bus driver barks and all her kids play dead
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[annihilatives]
as drawn, the boy’s
alien and cow
evoke rescue
dream: a toothless sheepdog is spooning roadkill in a wax museum dedicated to famine
go on, birth
take silence
from a baby
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[holding the baby]
a deleted voicemail of a boy asking his mom how to prepare a past meal. my handwriting an insect I want the best for. dream and the moth it won’t finish.
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[god is silent in every language]
mom is driving. mom is washing the spider that closed her mouth. sister has a stick of gum but says she doesn’t. dad is half-asleep and cutting the fingernails of the babies he dropped. there’s a scab on my arm that looks like my brother’s nose. we pass church after church. sound horn for buried bees.
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kingsoftrain 
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