The fruit is sweet and alive. You spend
your whole life wanting it
to mean something, and the fastest way
to discard the bones is to burn them.
I took a picture of a purple house, I took a picture
of a white line across a pale blue sky, I took
a train to the place where I would bury
my bones, I took the last flight out of Atlanta
for the night without knowing
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