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another of god's lab rats

spilled her guts

all for a song to come

in my native country

holding me warmly in a future I can remember

the wind drove me

sacked me

what I thought was mine

were spoils

for a larger force

the blessed day wheeled around a rock in its orbit

rolled away into a night slashed by bone

tired fish infested seas

live on bread she said

always draw lots before

you fix your meal and

bolt it down

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I can't recall those fine feelings

just like that

they took a long time to die

I buried them alive

in our garden

I could hear them gasping for air

month after month

finally my skin fell off in the mirror

the rose bush died

now I remember