1.
did we grow up
to get here ?
adult ville . . .
the single use park
the think yard
we can see all we left behind
thru bathroom glass and old sun
but back then
it
was
its
own
horror
i was an alien in a skin suit
when it should have been gravy
so i make gravy now
2.
theres a black presence
a dark weight
down by my feet
i am still in bed at 11 am . . .
its not sadness tho
its the cat
he purrs
hes asleep
his incisors framing
his miniature chin
from thetangential.com
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