Because you do not wrestle with your angel.
shiny black grackle
in the WalMart parking lot
air full of other cries
You think this has nothing to do with you.
"I sometimes think of myself as one of those land mammals who have to keep moving toward the remaining source of sustenance. The time when the abundance of the wild could nourish everyone is long gone. That’s why you might find me in your garbage cans, my grubby little paws latched onto the carcass of your rotisserie chicken." —Lincoln Michel via


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