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here are the worms. here are
their children. here is my father
buying a gun. here is your name
plugged into a god machine.
everyone else with that name
standing in a room 
that smells like iron. i clear
my search history often. 
i don't know what i think i'm doing.
goodbye past. goodbye present.
it feels like telling the birds to 
have a feast from my bread crumb trail.
there is a witch in the woods.
i am the witch in the woods. 
my fbi agent takes notes. goes for a walk.
considers what it would be like
to lay beside me on a really really
big bed. not in a sexual way
but in the same way people lay
beside their dogs. he drinks coffee
too late. i drink coffee too late.
i stare into a camera that i shouldn't know
is a camera. i am being watched. 
i am being hidden. i am searching
for crock pot recipes. a bear wanders
down from the mountain.
he has not been able to sleep. 
we stay up in the yard watching
bad old youtube videos. he thinks
that humans should try hibernating.
birds fall from the sky. the bear
is angry & turns against me. i swipe
the laptop from him. i can't live
without my little shark cage.
the water is full of coupons. i grab one.
buy on get one coffin free. 
ordered. they come in the mail
& they are the size of thumbs. 
finger coffins. i did not read 
the measurements. to be safe,
i order three more in case
the bear returns & deforests 
one of my hands. you never know
exactly what you're going to lose.