Letter to Gabriel Written in the Margins of Murder Ballads
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Forfeit the dead grass, the rim of dandelion and mortgage. Forfeit the factory where the marrow is pulled. Forfeit taxonomy, the legalese of the law office windows at sunset, so many heretofores and to wits. Forfeit foreclosure, the vacant lots, stairs leading to white grass and sunlight. Where houses were sewn together, now gone. Foundations, the absence of ruin is just as quiet, nonbeing where was being, remains.
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