1: IN WHICH THEN MAN SPEAKS FOR HIMSELF.
But when I said this is a rare girl
I meant like raw. It's not a dream.
2: A PATERNAL CONCERN.
I waited on the hill between an S of white mares
and a hot green Mountain Dew bottle, hard grass stubble
against my legs, reading, waiting, and you brought me her
only photo and she was making dirty eyes
3: IN WHICH THE GIRL DISCLOSES.
The history of our last night:
You don't know my eyes are open.
Sixteen minutes later I am in a weird court,
my calf is against your shin as we sleep.
What if I have a bat for a heart?
So I grew pines there and haunted them
with owls. That was me 136 years ago.
At seven we are asleep while downstairs
someone complains of person-shaped lights.
There is no new night.
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