Sonnet (23)
       

I think about deer all the time. We both do
babes called fawns in the English language
you just learn how to live with sickness
people who call seagulls rats with wings
cleaved on a tree Fawn's gentle father
troughs of Brazil nuts called nigger toes
I think about water calling in the sirens
methadone & emotional labors of dying
E. coli compressed in an overflowing lake
you just learn how to survive with drought
music by Pa Kettle & The New Evangelicals
a book of inspiration porn left in the rain
so they can embalm Fawn's gentle father
"I can't read my own handwriting," he says.

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