from the book of hiatus
xiii. and xiv. An ambulance carries itself as the dog of god. Nothing here is to scale. In prison, Ohioans hide bread in the bread. I out-hunger an abducted ghost. I set a bowl of soup in a shadow and wait for a rabbit to turn to stone. We call this road theft that it can’t be taken. I don’t know place. A tooth in my mouth that wasn’t there.
kingsoftrain 
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