“Shoot!” your father cries.
For as long as you have known him,
that is what he would say.
on purpose like a fucked duck
doesn’t-give-a-shit fool
for no good reason except
he thinks it’s cool to be
bad & lonely & badass.
a forced gluttony, is an act of humanity
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We know our punishment.
We are each other’s ruin.
We open in grandmother's bedroom—
a man I do not know or recognize.
I’ve been working undercover
for years now,
only Intuition and Conscience knew.
Like the alchemists of old searching
for the secret of turning base metal to gold
and the source of the fountain of youth,
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