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{swerving} bill neumire He was only a dog who disregarded the rule of a truck & its place to be. She was only my daughter, uneducated in the murky laws. What could I do? I would have to answer for all of us. I felt apologetic. I felt soft & old & used. So I sat with her as the fire soaked into black wood, & the smoke made its lazy way up the flu, & together we imagined it climbing into the drapes of the night & into the further night that answers no one, no matter how much it becomes them. |
