birthplace 35 The poor don’t have a hell. They argue on the earth. There are guns so soft and so heavy that rabbits think rabbits die of silence. Anymore, television tells me what I’m watching. Worship comes before belief. Look, I took the pills. I took them to disappear from my want of attention. The moon’s one dream is about the moon being out.
birthplace 34 It’s hard to love everyone. A star gives its shadow to a bomb. Wait, the creatures, too, need love. Death grew small from being death.
birthplace 33 The mirror describes nothing to the perfect fork it prays to. Eating follows me into rooms god cannot. My brother says he knows the active shooter, then passes out a year later in an animal costume. The fork, the fork, the fork.
birthplace 32 In ours, Jesus practiced dying so we’d stop writing about it. Buried a starfish and never came back.
birthplace 31 They close the high-dive and open a rabbit church.
birthplace 30 The car moves through a woozy dog and we get our first nonviolent horse. Inside there are stories about the executioner’s daughter and her famous piggyback rides. I like the rain when it’s raining but am sad when I know simply that it’s rained. You can die from seeing double but not from looking at my father’s paintings of impossible cameras. No one wants to find a baby. God is still learning to faint.
birthplace 29 Sex positions in the order Ohio puts them in: They find a finger living in my hand. There’s never been a tongue that can de-age touch. God is faster when you’re drunk. I forget my gender, but only for you.
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birthplace 28 There is a deepness in me and there is a deepness in my brother. Some places exist only after you reach them twice. We listen to music, and god works on a cure. The slowing angels decide it’s okay to be seen. No one dreams underwater. Here is what to do if I live.
birthplace 27 Later I am talking story ideas with my son and he says the ghost and the zombie are the same person. He is angry and sad. Haunted and there’s nothing to eat. I’m not a storyteller. Geography is a cult. The cars here stopped running a few days after our last three dogs died on a movie set nowhere near a houseboat fire. Pretty recently touch is a way for the hand to stop remembering dreams. I tell my son before bed that sleep is the loneliest place. He doesn’t respond but in the story I have him say that we’re here to be godless. When he gets sick on an outside animal he's never seen, I look.
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