Published Dec 2, 2023
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There was a tree in our yard. It was our yard just as it had been the yard of the couple who planted the tree and propped it up with stakes so that if it stooped, it wouldn’t stoop too low and die there, leaning sadly toward the grass and its roots.
We wore masks when we had sex for the camera, but there were things apparently that could give you away.
Uncle is half-into one of his things again: ‘...ten cents every dollar I make goes to agriculture. But look around, you think there’s farms out here? The soil is dead, the soil is ice...'