So I’ve venerated the labor of my father’s hands, decided that that’s the real.
WIT TEA
Cat Sitter Wanted
There is no password. It will come on when you walk in.
POETRY
Geese in Flight, Oil on Canvas, Restwell Motor Inn Room 12 with One-Way U-Haul Parked Outside
to accept the enduring // welcome of any favored acre:
FICTION
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There is no clear medicine in this story’s honey.
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How easily / I could imagine a version of our lives / in which he kept all his suffering secret from me. / I saw the beer on the counter.
