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sister

i wait for god
up north of ithaca

five days
without food
in a trailer
at the edge of a
cornfield

the water
tastes like shit

my palms don't
bleed

burroughs dies
like one more
frightened old man

your
mother's boyfriend
rapes
your sister

i pack my stuff
burn everything to
the ground and
leave

i need a needle
or a hammer
or a gun

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