Ben­jamín Naka-hasebe Kings­ley

notes grandpa gave the search party upon his res­cue

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in the woods i met a lady in a black dress or was it a dark tarp laid over sick­led branches & on the for­est floor i cod­dled a mother rab­bit nurs­ing or was it a cracked vi­olin un­cased & & in my first year of sput­ter­ing faucets i climbed a lad­der of arms and wore a meaty neck­lace of sap­phires it was hard fit­ting a fam­ily of blue­birds over my head when they crowned me king my sub­jects brought me gold bowls of grape salad bee­tle feet tick­led my tongue from my uvula in­sects hung in my sec­ond year of burnt stove smells i was asleep in laven­der cot­ton and a trick­ling of fairies came danc­ing light hello i’m cold and i think i’ll go home now i said to the men in or­ange vests flash­light­ing or was it to the light­en­ing-struck torch of an up­right log in the third year of fire alarms beep­ing

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