trances for scarecrow
I smoke a joint.
Lean
on a horse.
See
a ghost
see
my brother.
Death regrets
thinking
on death. Some
lose babies
to weather
to avoid
violence. Our baby talk
mutes
field recordings
of creatures
taming god.
In a bored
country
ambulance, a shoemaker
guesses
your OnlyFans
password.
Cracks an egg
on the knee
of an angel.
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