de Olivias Domiguez, and Moon, and Ba taught me
taught me in dragged out couches
sweeping iris in A5 panels. paperback.
short cropped and unfeminine, traditional setting
southern coast hinterland suburb rhymed with meringue
“Hey dad, where are we?”
and lost my voicebox to a fantasy. my boyfriend and father
both read comic books (except the former calls them ‘graphic novels’
because, you know, it sounds more legitimate?) (and not childish

so according (32) to this book when were the days (21) you died
and if you lived (28) to tell the tale and do we die (41) before
we start living (11)? do we live after the end (33)


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