whatever i lack, there’s an offal for that
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to accept the enduring // welcome of any favored acre:
From the Archives: The Dog
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.
From the Archives: Becoming Ghost
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.
From the Archives: Pray Like You Mean 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
