Ars Poetica

Steele

I was standing in

a field in Virginia

next to a cow.


And I looked into

her eyes and she

looked back at me

and said:


Goddamn.


You still haven't

learned how to

speak.


Carry a knife,

motherfucker. Feel

your chest burn

and your

hands shake, and coat

the inside of your

mouth with the

blood that made

me live.

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