to accept the enduring // welcome of any favored acre:

to accept the enduring // welcome of any favored acre:
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He says: I want it to smell / like the real thing. // The real thing / is a landscape // of work and death–– / the names of our ancestors // slack in our mouths, / just the art of loving // your family line enough / to reproduce it.
look / we all become our worst stories / this is mine / I went
back / for more / nobody made me do that / I just hated being ignored
I’d come home from campus in the blue-black / dim of dinnertime, the air pummeling me awake from the daze
which made the poem / feel pretty far away, / though it was standing / in the middle of everything,