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The toddlers maintain / zucchini, sing the songs / only they and those closer to the earth // Understand.

I don’t consume saliva, I consume You

Have you seen God yet / how he’s rushing to arrive on time by two thirty / responsibility responsibility

I’ll take nails, / long nails, / and drive them into my body.

Yesterday I spoke to a man from Dussen who’d had a very hard life. / For much of his story, he was a secondary character.

What was it he carried when he left / if not the dreams of those he’d touched?

-—They brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, placed her in their -—midst, and said to him, “Teacher, in the Law, Moses commanded us to stone -—such women. What do you say?” … -—Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger on the ground.   What he made of dust became me. I…

sorrow is unsafe when it is real sorrow.

There is no more / story to tell— / except I had / not died.