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To the Accuser Who is the God of Our Neighborhood

even the prices had prices

and even the holes had holes in them

and you could cry all day about something that wasn’t real

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and let the real grief uncried over.

the wings of birds were feet

and the souls of men were the dirtiest thing ever

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like bowels. like vowels. like towels

wiping up a mess

messier than any clean

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2 thoughts on “To the Accuser Who is the God of Our Neighborhood

  1. Oddly, this reminds me of a book I’d bought my daughter. It was a book of mazes and holes. You had to use a hole to advance through the book. But not every hole led somewhere useful, so you would sometimes have to backtrack.

    Even the holes had holes in them.

    Indeed.

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