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you ask for onions & strawberries — our !ngers porous handle the cast iron warm you ask for children and the goddess leaves us fool’s gold —
I dig a hole and bury myself, the glint under my tongue
there's another hole with a dog in it; for context
so here, your mother, I bury myself
I ask her why, says she's a witch—
I take the dog to the cemetery; as usual,
you bury me in a yellow box, with a red lid, inside a stone.
Then the god comes— I'm afraid.
It's not so bad when you know something's going to happen.
the dog wakes us and asks us what's happened to the family — oh
you are a very gentle and polite dog, I don't want to touch anything — my wife and mother were killed by my son,
my son got his tail bitten by this god who was angry that they were buried alive —
I tell him we were in a ditch.
he says there are a lot of gods and if you go to the village, you can get some milk.
there
are goddesses who birthed you all;
sick of your shit.
