Into Town

bike into here
past the empty warehouse
all the countless stars sitting
politely up in the sky
bike onto this note shift
and closing ear
weird ear
names remembered slid
behind the stage my
picture from the wall like
an omen
a shakey hand
a firetruck of an alcoholic
money found from under there
up to New York pregnant with Atlas’
burden down to the third coast
should I have to ask for another?
they drown in the undertide the
smartest in the fam that
get paraded around and spoil the
moods of siblings in mountain towns
decades of what gets handed down

it is your burden now

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