The branch family
Grandma, only when I’m driving
A secret that is so secret
it doesn’t even know that
it’s not really a secret at all
I couldn’t find anything brighter
pebbles and brimstone
Paper umbrellas folding
and unfolding
Raging
Go away
I have nowhere to climb
and I never learned to crawl
Wiring blue
towards the esplanade
My fellow Americans...
You’ve come to visit
flinging pollen from
your pods
Crippling atoms
there was no sin
Spin spine
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