fall 2021
First one then another friend then another one quite suddenly long-gone doornail-dead presumed pushing-up last post stone-cold, so lest you bury your own self in the now-hole, close your eyes get dead-set kick it to the long grass gloss over back-burn see no hear no— honey, death is coming for everyone you love, always already post-script. Doesn’t mean you have always to look it in the eye so.
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