Saturday, August 15, 2026

squinting people smashed against

cops and disdain and rain

the apocalypse is sitting

on the sidewalk in front of the bank

human body shape disasters

a face like dodgeballs in a sack

nylon ensemble in tie dye

the ATM machine is warm

and purrs softly

and it is our mother

and we love her

playing hopscotch back in time

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