"my ghost drives around with a bag of dead fish
falling neutrinos drift through the trees
he staggers and reels, runs up credit card bills
and clogs up the toilet with bottles of pills..."My Ghost
"we came in this world together
legs wrapped around each other
my cheek against my sister's
we were born like tangled vine..."My Sisters Tiny Hands
"falling snow spun above the road
winding through the dark woods
where my pick-up stalled
falling snow hissing through the air..."|
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