I have a dagger I wear on my belt now,
The rapey-eyed mailman haunting my driveway
stares at my crotch.
Puppy quickly grows
Sharp teeth.
Mountains move over
Scorched earth—
Tears drown the dry sage meadow
Clouds torn in a breath

I have a dagger I wear on my belt now,
The rapey-eyed mailman haunting my driveway
stares at my crotch.
Puppy quickly grows
Sharp teeth.
Mountains move over
Scorched earth—
Tears drown the dry sage meadow
Clouds torn in a breath
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I feel this in my bones. I have no more tears to shed. It’s time to go scorched earth