Ohio deaths (xii)
I didn’t miss god or think I was ugly. had mud enough
to make
from memory
the scarecrow’s
stomach. I ate my brothers
they ate
me back. any loss
became a hole
in a snake, any needle
a worshiped
feather…
I didn’t miss god or think I was ugly. had mud enough
to make
from memory
the scarecrow’s
stomach. I ate my brothers
they ate
me back. any loss
became a hole
in a snake, any needle
a worshiped
feather…

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