Things my father told me – II
That man hole-shoed, snot-coated ferreting there milk-eyed, maggott-bloated whose upturned palms putrid-toothed, hopeless-hearted you gave no quarter vomit-grimaced, joy-departed because “he’ll just...
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Indigence, an unwanted embrace choking dignity’s oxygen squeezing anger’s slow burn crushing joy’s heart Ah, but there it is in the flatlining curiosity of hollow eyes: that faint pulse of hope...
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Image via http://www.sxc.hu The bird doesn’t mind the indifference of passing feet, tossed flint-eyed scraps, nest of a broadsheet The bird doesn’t mind cold-hearted weather, garbage-can dining,...
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