in a dead town a blonde
pasted over plastic salad

we don’t want
to admit
we’ don’t want
here and now

bleached by long days
the feel of a dirt road

the broken fence
the yellow teeth of the locust

on the lawn
rusting

a cracked mountain
sinking

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