to throw out the back door.
this good boy, this goodbye
infusion
alone-didn't tell a soul where to find his holes
itchy and spent.
sandstone. The parting is the arroyo, the cholla in the arroyo, dust curtaining the
sweetly, turned insides out with firefly light
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