the song of slicing chickens’ throats just north of Santa Fe hanging them upside down from bare trees their dark blood dripping down onto the dry soil of the sangre de christo mountains. and mornings spent humming in a winter barn pushing around belligerent cows with stupid eyes stepping, almost slipping, on black iced shit […]
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