Odd Walking Thoughts

A disabled tomorrow shook our heads. “Look at me!” Screaming while fading so willingly against us to soak everything we are within a glass containing self to sip viciously until complete; every day walking in the cornfields listening to wind scrape our minds and touch our boots we claim we never knew and we never knew.

-M. Taggart

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