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.
