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trying to satisfy you is a herculean feat this
is not how I wanted to start out this poem

intentional lawnmowering start up

hover over why don’t you

today, this morning, for you to get gang green

face is blue getting cold
imagined I vomited in the kitchen floor
fell and passed out on my way to the bathroom and
died that way and in two hundred years seeing
the entire east coast but individual cities in particular
wiped out by storms, remembering the kids playing
on that street, fading to present dusty, flattened houses
then 1,000-2,000 years forward new neighborhoods
appearing America and other countries not even
remembered our skeletons uncovered from time to time

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