The school is all bathrooms. Law enforcement is all jail.
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scribble scrabbles
The more you look, the more you see.
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murder, before I die
This cheery afternoon the crows are nowhere to be found, but I make the best of laced boots and prowl my old ‘hood.
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our trolls are no face
Didn’t hit the right notes, speak the right language. Convince of a future of further dismantling.
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snotnose art kids getting et by alligators
I weaved down Nicollet, in my old ‘hood…
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little dirty birdy feet
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nicollet’s jinn
Sinbad’s Cafe and Deli on Nicollet Ave has been closed for months, maybe years now.
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hope against hope against the tide
Thanks, moon, for low tide.
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aaaaaaaaand we’re back
were back weeks ago, but Life had other plans.
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to every thing
There is a season.
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not the one
This isn’t like that.
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bellow yellow
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new neighbors
I woke up yesterday to a couple new neighbors all up in my bricks.
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nicollet caged
They say they can tell you weren’t born in Minneapolis by the way you can’t get Nicollet out your mouth right. Gotta swallow that middle syllable whole (read: there isn’t one) while giving a little headjerk nod of knowing, like acknowledging a peripheral you don’t actually want to talk to or pretending you’re a horse.…
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whittier hell note
If the French hadn’t colonized Vietnam, I wouldn’t be eating this tasty bread.
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feeding birds bread too old to eat,
I go through phases fazed, raised on razed, burn myself down like breathing’s easier through flames.
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blame art
Someones have been re-imagining my bike commute along the 35W sound / city-killer wall. I blame art!
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see what you wanna see
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lest you get any ideas
Before, language. Aftermath.
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1627 words
Several hours later waiting for a bus, I rupture my new scabs busting a move for my shop window reflection.
