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Tim Barrus. The Great American Novel

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Foster Children in Appalachia are going hungry. Many have lost what little hope they had been clinging to. They are systemically left out of the equation on a good day. In a pandemic, the good days are few and far between. Child suicides have become common. The numbers for everything from Malaria to tuberculosis to HIV to addiction to Covid are at emergency levels. Then, hunger. Appalachia has serious food deserts. No place to buy food even if you could afford it. We are about to see diseases we thought were in the past.
Death is coming to schools. Pretending that school districts can protect children is laughable. WHERE the fuck do you live. School districts are social institutions, and they have never protected children. Ever.
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the crisp half-dawn i hold in the memory of us, the clover, the brambles, the cruel wounds in loving you/ were dangerous/ the smell of horse, your horse, grain, and the hay you stand in/ the garden was mine/ you were always naked down by the pond/ the cowfield was the last book inside the pilgrims’ prayer/
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