"There's a barber outside." She turned to Samson and motioned to the door.
"What does he want?" asked Samson.
"I don't know!" Sarah threw herself to the floor.
Samson took his boy around the bend. "Michigan was a swamp," he said, "and all these crumbling houses are the new woods. Soon, nature will have been here longer than humans."
a barber took up residency in my dump of a garage
gone for 32 days, i returned to find my house occupied
the sorry dirt that makes up my neighborhood
the neo-swamp of michigan, houses the new trees rising up from the murk
a lad on the beach
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