predation

i forgive myself for choosing to be a predator. for sharp teeth and an active imagination. for killing my meat, in an age when killing is a luxury, not a need. i forgive myself for raising birds to be slaughtered, and for doing the slaughtering. for the gasping opened beak and warm blood running down…

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the brightness of the sky/ overwhelms my eyes

i am always turning away from you. seven years of arrival and departure without continuance at the center, the motion away built into the motion toward. brightest love of my life from whom i must turn, whose desires i could not satisfy, after enough time, my own not matching yours. what can i do with…

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your ideal girl

i’m in love with the hydrologic cycle, and i can take apart a live chicken, dance half-naked in moonlight and firelight, build a wall, plant a tree, recognize the difference between a covenant with you and a contract with the state, grow a ten foot wall of lush green cornstalks, and i almost always laugh…

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