athens ohio peace machine
The baby is sad three times before it dies. At the funeral, we smile with our mouths closed. A singer friend of mine tells me he can still feel the body temperature of a wolf spider in the arch of his foot. The spider is fine. It might be the only spider in Ohio. Ohio is a pharmacy run by children. There’s food, but there’s no food. Mirrors belong to the puzzle piece in my throat. Teeth confuse god.
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