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Shape of Bullet Headed Home
mom got lung cancer. girlfriend sells body.
now write a sonnet kid
when things look bad hat crushed down over eyes
asleep slouched in final seat back of the bus
how about some homemade explosives and the
names of people responsible. + stomach for violence.
sky painted black in case of pursuit.
the leaders feed graves with us. mother and I
wrestle on the bathroom floor. alert the media.
war is perpetual. the animals know it.