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2022-10-29
old red afternoons


I fucked a girl in the tunnel. Her ankles in the crooks of my neck. White noise tore flowers through a deep-sea darkness. The sky was a red-afternoon siren. Red shadows crashed through the roof of my abandoned childhood home. Search for dead sisters in deep-sea darkness of abandoned homes. Postcards from the neighborhood church. An afterlife of pinball in the liquor store. Silence and a white shoe at the edge of the tree line.


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