and lemonade beer, near
finishing documents and applications
saying I'm grateful,
soggy bleached feet.
this reminds
mealtimes
a sit down thank you
and walls molding over
specks of decay like
shredded cheese on sale
in the grocery store.
I'm asked about the future
said, I'll move to Wisconsin.
said, I'll wait up til 3 am.
said, I may stick my lips in red red red
and tell you what I dream about.
a smiling face attached to arms around me
a sad, true, synecdoche
it smells like fall already
even if i've only seen leaves fall
one by fleeting one.
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