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Vivisection.

"pulled my baby’s arm like a slot machine and won a jackpot of dookie" --@lacroixboi.dadguy.online via @kimmysunshine.bsky.social

Meteorite.

"Not
After Seamus Heaney

Not the listless woods these days,
their ongoing summer song
same as the year-round sound in my head.

Not the thick bottomless mud in gateways
hard as winter to cross, or the next
unbridling rain

wrung from any torporous hour—
dark, light, morning, night, nor
the suffocating breath

in the sun-soaked air, but you,
four years gone come September
like a whole calf crop one quick day,
with only us to say you were ever
here at all."

—Sean Sexton via @voxpopulisphere.bsky.social

"We've got showers." (via @isotopeeffect.bsky.social)