The Telling Itself

Honey, Ah Sugar Sugar


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every little meth

runt crouched in
the dark part of the culvert
every sugar road
half a bag shy
of the flour roads
every here we go crow
spoiled at the touch
of gun holes in signs
love is inside
light wet seeds
nailed into
the crawlspace
between eyetooth
and barred goon

-Abraham Smith

(Music by Bailey Pelkman)

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The Telling ItselfBy Steve Tell