It’s first grade, where is Redding?
One pair of dirty jeans, thats all I need.
Hot, Sweat, A litter of retarded rabbits born with Half their bodies.
The mother eats them in the garage, the smell. I can taste them through the hot air.
I have a machete that I found in a hay stack, its all I need.
Abandoned mines, play with mercury in my hands, I name them.
Neighbors live in concrete tube.
I cut down the cherry tree, but I am not honest.
I wake up in third grade, I can’t read anymore, put in the retard class…wtf…redding.
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