election day
my neighbor’s yard
casts shade on mine
bonding camp-out
no one can tune
the guitar
election day
my neighbor’s yard
casts shade on mine
bonding camp-out
no one can tune
the guitar
wallpaper layers
stripped back to the rosebud pink
of their first night
coming home
the veins grown dark
on old hands
traffic jam —
drivers stuck
in a quarrel
biology teacher
gesticulating
with his hairy hands
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