I keep killing the same animals. My government invents names for my neighbor's weapons. I got an email from a prose poet telling me I didn't invent white space. Violent imagery is a deepness deferred. Sorry, deer, and also, deer. For fifty years I've had a mother and a father. I don't have a sister but I text her brothers all the time. I love my children but I love my children because they're alive. It is not real
the egg
with a lightbulb
in it. Is there no end to god's momentary travelogue? That burning kid had more patience than christ.
kingsoftrain 
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