an ambulance eats my father in a silent film about viral nakedness
I'm sorry.
I need something beautiful.
I don't
have any
skills.
Touch
goes twice
to heaven.
Bomb
threat
suicide note
it's easer
to kill
the unloved.
My son
dies more
than yours. Hell
thought hell'd
be longer.
am I supposed to hear my brothers crying all at once?
In a poem
called God
all this
for motherless
women.
kingsoftrain 
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