lost: boyhood élan.
no reward possible.
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fiction
the county line
near cherry grove,
south of cold lake, alberta
my father’s murder
inheritance
it’s a windfall, undoubtedly. One that doesn’t fall far from the tree.
weighing it in your hand, you can see the bruises of right intention;
and a few bites in, the promise of a fat, guilty maggot
