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His voice— it filled me to the core like a skeleton. Even my name knelt down inside me, asking to be spared.
How a horse will run until it breaks into weather—into wind. How like the wind, they will see him. They will see him clearest when the city burns.
O father, O foreshadow,
O mother, O minute hand,
If you must know, the best way to understand a man is with your teeth.
That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.
I am ready to be every animal you leave behind.
Always another hour to kill—only to beg some god to give it back.
Don’t we touch each other just to prove we are still here?
Why did we keep saying Yes— even with all those birds.
Maybe we pray on our knees because god only listens when we’re this close to the devil.
You will always remember what you were doing when it hurts the most.
what becomes of the shepherd when the sheep are cannibals?
From men, I learned to praise the thickness of walls. From women, I learned to praise.
Can you see the red dark shifting? This means I am touching you. This means you are not alone—even as you are not. If you get there before me, if you think of nothing & my face appears rippling like a torn flag—turn back.
Use it to prove how the stars were always what we knew they were: the exit wounds of every misfired word.
