17 October 2017

My child dad cracked walnuts in half and made
boats for candles for the Austrian kindergarten
teacher who told him love and then walked out
into the sea.










The lioness in the tiles and I’m crying or at least
making myself cry for the later memory of the it
and that there taints it and so instead I think of
some rat running over a pile of garbage against
a yellow wall.

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