Luxury
Today, I do not think about death, not the brittle / skulls of children or the metal in their blood / that could pass for bullets.
Today, I do not think about death, not the brittle / skulls of children or the metal in their blood / that could pass for bullets.
Then something changes. Fire licks along the interstate’s / plunging edge, Styrofoam plates of rice and sucked bones / are left out for yard dogs.
My father put the bat in a glass jar, after, / though I’m not sure that’s the whole story. / I never saw and can’t be certain.
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