For bickering chickens,  shit attitudes

Blessed turkey, blessed ham.

Blessed turkey, blessed ham.

Blessed hammer in my head & days fishing. Which side of the dock will we fish the most fish on? Which seat  rains the most rain the further and further back we drive? Sheets of days smelling slightly of mildew. Wraparound porches that wrap around France.

I have a thing in my head for the family table. For bickering chickens, shit attitudes. In the hues of heads of tables I have been seated. I have been until now. The trees bending toward me.

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