One-thousand four-hundred eighty-one


two flag a cab in closing morning

one front and one back, then three more

knife across the driver

back seat grabbing his arms, beating him, breaking his wrist

S. Dee dies and suicide rides all matter

two days before this moon

“give me the money”

tip to the neck

set full, three nights ago a perfect halo
 

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