i tell myself you knew that
as i scooped you into my hand.
what else could i say or do
aside from cradling you against my chest.
but you pissed your life out
i buried you behind a tree.
beside the washer and dryer
fingers sticky with piss and dirt
and sobbed over a sparrow.
and sobbed over my father.
i could not keep together
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