rejoice
I wish for you
that you can die
thinking
on your death
The movies
got away
some
went first
The writing
suffered
so what
I stayed
as sober
as a spider
in an appetite
not long
for god
and the writing
had a silent
mother
or went
in a mother
silent
oh most
thorough
of autofictions
oh doom
scrolling
son of my son's
suicide
have you a part
for the speaking
father
I'm not
here to be sad
I'm there
and my brothers
bike
up a hill
that can feel
an ant
die
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