The garage apartment with an open door
Admitted tall women
It wasn’t what it looked like
You were going to die of not talking

One got replaced by the projection booth
Only miles from the dioxin incinerator
I’m glad she didn’t say it was dangerous
Weeping in the tent by the little lake

Early November near Toad Suck
Strong leg
The whole yard slopes down to night
At some point they are no longer Innocents

The wind between Evening Shade and Heber Springs

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