what a terrible thing to know that someone’s going to heaven
Soon
our wait
a baby
to autopsy
god
Soon a doll worrying over its attractions
soon its souvenir a nicotine
patch
from its father’s
arm
Soon a perfect face
shrinking touch
in the smuggled
stomach
of a shy
ocean
Soon my atrocious renderings
of nude
animals, soon
a beetle
on its back
is a flower
kingsoftrain 
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