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Carl Hall sat in the back of a car,
a little white dog in his lap,

Daddy said I was born to sweep
a barn, a floor, a field

When Barry first saw Calvin Klein lying on the wide shiplap planks of the abandoned hovel’s floor, he thought he was sleeping

Dear Warriors,
what’s my agenda?

Dear Mr. Tyson,

The Joker. My god, The Joker.

for Keith Lamont Scott & Brentley Vinson

after the fall
he sometimes sees things
that are not there.

the book becomes a gun;
the gun becomes a book.

he cannot distingui