Almost at once you say that we must go
The furniture has moved, paintings
The gurney
Room Forty-Four
Something has been spilt
Yer Mam & Dad
The two young ones, fed, bathed, zippered
Race For Life
The difference between a man and a gun
You said, lightly, just forget it
You ask directions from a shepherd
Two kinds of dying
A child's handgrip, full of trust
The difference between a women and a violin
The voices don't worm through
I lay the suitcase on Dad's bed
A thumb-sized father climbs the stairs
I though, "He's full of shit,"
You do not do, you do not do
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