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- 642019
- accordion heart
- adieu?
- birds and rain
- clouds like lead tires
- draining midnight
- drunk on her smile, I
- exhale
- growing up too fast
- helvetica
- I slept on the floor last night
- mantra
- my mother
- optimism
- sleeping for a month and a half
- think lucid
- travel lines
- unfinished
- the veteran
- what happens today
about the author
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helvetica
every day is garbage day somewhere,
and the birds on my street
line the pavement like soldiers
as friday's tank creeps
down the boulevard, crumbs
of newspaper billowing
from its war-torn mouth.
the crows flutter sultry
in the morning sun toward
headlines trailing the street
like roadkill, cramming
bold-print helvetica
into their beaks
as the ink stains
the asphalt.
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