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Whirr, whirr the Heartland’s / being mowed up by wind turbines. / / Then, a kid chasing, I opened my shin to the bone / on the ball hitch of…
A Good Catholic Confession
The interventionist gods we know / get statue still / like trampled grass in herd dreams / we can’t quite remember. / We glow with American sin /…
Someone threw white gravy / on my car during the night. / Gravy flinger, would your god get my god? / My god is so big and so busy / you can…
The Locals’ Row Boats in Hemingway’s…
The governor has blood cancer / and looks like Lex Luthor / and just busted balls out in the county / for its schools not having enough air…
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