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bang bangthat awful soundanother
after shaving the skinand making small incisionsthe vampire bat feeds
stumbling backwardarms flailing, forever fallingnever hitting the ground
holiday wreathmade from punch cardspainted silver
halfway up the treea peahen sits with her chicksignoring me
love echoesbehind the waterfallfalling from the cliff
in the field behind the barngrass and vines weave a basketframed by the old bicycle
bump in the roadcauses the steering wheel to jump --i look up from my phone
kitchen door latchrattling in the night --orange cat
orange cat --so many doorsunopened
outside the light fadeswindow shades hold back the coldoak logs fuel the fire
grapevinegrowing by the fence linedisregards the stop signgrapevine
standing at the altarboth bride and groom strugglewith all the lies
in a cow-colored box --wondering about its fatethe old computer sits