for christmas i want

gold

frankincense

and myrrh

i shouldn't have to tell you that

everything looks awful from inside a car

the corners are cutting up all our flesh

like we were pre-historic fish on a dumb

butcher's bloodied wooden chopping block

falling in love with the one that killed

our father

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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