spirit
spiritbaby
my new baby brother is on the bed and i lay my head
next to him he is beautiful smells like powder +life last
time i lay my head next to a brother he was dead brainmeld
with the big C but in the wee hours of morning right beside
me a sturdy new boy let’s call him martine we rub noses
like the inuit who have 3,2001 words for love brotherly love
trumps hate it takes the cake is the cake okay i’ll stop
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FALL 2018 ..in this dream u get a redo! resurrected on a mangerbed..brand new…run with it martine..
