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and all that comes out

is nonsense.

I don’t know what to do,
she doesn’t understand me,

so I start to cry.
Other people look at me

like a gunshot has been fired

right next to me.
Tears run down my face,

and onto the ground
like little raindrops falling from the sky.

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Eliza Raben

Lapis L.A.
Ed. Isaac Ylitalo

UP-WALKER CALF

(Takes place at the same time as “WHAT THE HECK” and “GOD WITH A WET NOSE”)
(From Gol’s point of view)

I nudge the thick, cold snow,
seeing if there is any grass trapped under it.

The snow clings to my nose and freezes it.
I huff a little in disappointment,

tiny breath clouds fading in front of my eyes.

When will the milk-taker come with grass?
It does not taste very good

dry and stale and yellow like it has died,
but it is food.

I stomp my hooves for warmth,

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