Dead dears are my motif

I remember seeing

a criss-crossed

body between the

trees. Its neck

slowly, robotically

twitched. My belly

reached my eyes

and I cried.

I remember their

bodies on the

side of the road,

and I look away as

quickly as I drive by.

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