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three large sunflowers, blooming
outside my window
i can see it through the curtains;
and the wasps drinking sweetened heroin
dripping down the apple tree
from the needle pushed so carelessly
into it's stomach
every other neighborhood here falls away
my three childhood friends
the family across the street
[REDACTED], who lived right beside me...
on the offendery list for molesting a child
under the age of twelve
and all i can see is a smokey haze
covering the beautiful, dying sun
a black horse of famine stops by the hole
in my bedroom and asks for an apple
but i have to tell him they're green
and too tart too eat...