in a land without bicycle lanes
roads without shoulders
a tire got punctured
some junkies came by hawkin stolen goods
i traded the bike for a cell phone
called for a Lyft
missing the hell out of the wheel
doctor
poured the dregs of french roast down her throat
dressed in many layers she
limped to the store by her cane
not caring how she came off
her mouth would get her out
of any trouble it got her in
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the boy leaped
on to the swing laughingdodge hemi pickup
rumbling and ready to roll
away from here
please say thank you
he told her. she was four times his age
thank you she hummed thank you
thank you
the coke from the cooler
steady burning her
hand
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all the work was done and now
she could rest
grabbed a pack and a beer
sat down by the koi pond
counted the fish
heart stopped. it did not add up
a raccoon took out a beloved one of
fifty some years and older than her
she cursed at the gods
and the gods they
laughed
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i give thanks
seeing you get well
we never thought
you would
i confess i too
thought you
a lost cause
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catastrophic thoughts
churn through my head i
grab the nearest
bicycle and burn the wheels
off the spokes
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like the greatest adversary
i once fought it. many are the ways to silence
silence
today it lives
among the things
i cherish most
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leavin legacy
behind
i drift the solar
systems
young model
outfitted
for space
shot through
the heart
by stars
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meanwhile
we all get beat by time
cannot keep the body out of trouble
in the hardest of times we ask
can i have one pain
killer please?
no! - they rebuke us
licenses on the line
in the shadow of an opioid
crisis
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a goldfish bowl
full of puppies sewn
with flags upon the floppy
fabric ears was passed
around
the missile
flown up into the sky
on government tv
the classroom in rapt attention
the austere faces of approval
a trail of smoke
recess
a few boys ran
behind the brick schoolhouse
and beat each other
senseless
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inside our sugar skulls
the thoughts hold the key
we mill them with cider
from apples in the tree
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walking the thoroughfares alone
on coupled nights catching the train
in time on timeless mornings
they tried not to jump to conclusions
by the time they got where they
did not always realize they were going
they had had many revelations
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