Tributosaurus

Acceptance is malleable, 12 years having known you hidden, 12 exhumed. We overlap. Specious zipped sterility. To anything I give humans; circling packless, patchwork of whereabouts, requesting cirrhosis as finale. Slept with two brothers to figure you out. Human skull, utility knife, two beer bottles filled with piss. Why I shared a room with the younger, perioding between the legs. Strategy, soundly, to make not noise; rope on flannel, tightened till I belted. Uniformed reform, prepared for auspicious noon. Sleeping bag, minus musk, Seminole Indians to distract me. (Bitch didn't do her half of the report.) Overcast, overture. Canon, cannon, canyon; easy to fossilize. Finalize, as a mutable thing.

From the Archives of a Very Dead Brother

Internal debate: One of many warning signs?