“The moth doesn’t hear him, flies right back to the dads’ flamethrowers and you can’t stop it, can’t stop anything. To the moth all fire is sun.”
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“The moth doesn’t hear him, flies right back to the dads’ flamethrowers and you can’t stop it, can’t stop anything. To the moth all fire is sun.”
“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”
“I am a God fearing man / depending on who asks / But between you and me / God does not exist”
“they thought a ballistic missile / would drop. First, the realization: / no shelter, no basements
“the straight shot / the long shot / the parting shot / indiscriminate in the dark…”
“I just want to tear away everything / that is irrelevant, and love you like a broken lever”
