All our goodnights sound like matches striking. Goodnight, grenade—little knock in the murk, little Pill in the palm. Put us to sleep while we sleep. One B leads to another: Boom. The footage fumes. Once upon a time there was a suicide. Once upon a time there was an affair & a missile, a mis- understanding, an intervention, a b- Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb— Keep mouthing after the newscaster moves on. Ka- Boom: a fourteen year old girl married a bomb.
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