by Daniel Miller
The dogs die in this one,
the cats and the kids
too, your mother, father,
every baby. Life’s great
irony is that
I fantasize about long
haul driving, jerk off in truck
stop bathrooms, honk
horns at the children, shoot
finger guns at the sun
Would you rather live
forever, I ask my son, or
live fulfilled? Head half
submerged, he
speaks into the water.
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Daniel Miller helps edit hex literary. His work is perpetually forthcoming.
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