The thing that helped me the most, though, was the time I could
the spirit of harsh reality
guns in circulation, guns in possession, a rash of gunfire
We had to go to Missoula and descend
like perfect crow retellings. We were stuffed in
sand, proud of anybody who was a summer lost
Label didn’t muck a bag hinge over it, but I didn’t
honk, saw the rally that culled him. I sit with him
and chew and loosen for a whole as he balked a tight
name. Then I husked him about the teller
He was sitting in the shadow of death. We were
all sitting in the shadow of death. I wondered what
he was thinking about. Maybe he was thinking about
his girl. I even hoped he was thinking about her.
We heard the chopper. It came in from behind
It’s next. It’s past. It’s over two hundred years ago.
He didn’t wash the blood from his face, nor rinse
it from his clothes, as his children witnessed. “Will
you now, when you are needed most, stop at words?”
How can she smile at a future she does not know?
“What the hell you going to do with freedom?”
‘He was generally really
well liked, so is he a murderer
or is he a good guy? He’s prob-
ably all of those things,’
Tippett said. ‘But I think it’s
really important to figure out
what happened in those last days’
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