give me a crow
on a branch in front of the moon
a bouquet of bad experiences
i leapt over the deer fur
on the path, muddy knees and face
bit it hard
mouthful of rocks
the phone to my ear she’s telling me she fucked that guy
walking down first street in front of the school
bring me boiling pots of red
potatoes, something tough and dirty
that needs to cook to soften
to take it in
all the bad omens
all the good ones too
at the bottom of the garbage can this morning, maggots
the current got me
branches in the road
we had a mud fight for twenty minutes and finally this huge chunk
just as i looked up
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