I write him daily

I wrote
I burn my finger on the broiler
and smell trenches, my uncle

pissing himself.

I wrote
And so I learn to ignore him
And so I begin to list pocket contents as if filing an autopsy br report

Or as I gleaned from your letters:
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a metal tongue of a fly
a metal tongue of a tank control board
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and my own broken Farsi.
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a Bic lighter and loose leaf paper
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then radio silence. An order
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a bar of his laughter
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Freefall

I wrote

I wrote

I wrote



How can she write that?
She doesn't know
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tried to disarm, tried
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maybe by the time you
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sorry. For this, I
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asking to bring you a camera,

• the mouth of someone laced with bergamot or cardamom, who dances in the kitchen and lets whatever's on the stove burn. Who burns for him.
and beside him they burned,
they boiled, they fell,
shortly after a loud sound
that makes him piss himself.