Blood-orange flame lights yr path toward petty concerns: Godliness // supermarket specials // whether Death rents a condo in the province of the living —dig through planted netherworlds for scraps / Lap blood like cat’s milk / Pretend to see Adam catch the night train from Ealing to Eden—fashion a crown of feather & soil / Think back to 2-4-1 breakfast specials—recall the day you came home to find the lack / Pick a card from the deck & say / we are either Divine or Deadmeat ✱✱✱
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