Milwaukee

She said these words:
I can babysit, shoot a gun, and cook at the same damn time.
There are plenty of one-eyed
Rain-sodden teddy bears
On hell’s roadsides.

All the trees are used for shrines,
The trees will blow through the breeze.
There are fathers without handles
We will never find, and I believe that
One day, when they are all absent,
We will run out of candles.

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