Needled Into Wanting by Glenn Ingersoll

I shouldn’t have killed that.
Isn’t that a kick in the head?
Ancestors, the greater, the less you have in common.
All of my cats are related to all of yours.

It is only the color of your skin that I like.
You are older, too, even older with your head start.
The boy was carved like the father was carved to look like the father.
I booked tickets to the ancestral homeland. Nobody knows me there.

The rain shared the bucket with a rat that couldn’t swim.
What became of what was removed in the carving?
We share cousins and similar taste in end tables.
He was pulled back to heaven to prevent his revealing the way.

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